Here's something we do in the salons
in which I try to be quiet
What if to examine life means not to examine your own life, your own subjectivity, but rather literally to examine life?
Arthur Worthington expected to see symmetry. He expected regularity. He expected what he thought of as beauty. His mind, as he said, was “filled with an ideal splash - an “Auto-Splash” - whose perfection may never be realised.”
There is such a damned lot to do and never enough time to do all of it.
Alles ist gut wie es ist, said the stillness. Everything is good as it is.
Death was my companion on this walk.
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
Is this world not enough?