If

"If a wound hath befallen you , a wound like it hath already befallen others"
-------[ Q: 3,140].

God may reduce you,
on Judgement Day,
to tears of shame,
reciting by heart
the poems you would
have written, had
your life been good.
----W.H.Auden

The rose is without why; it blooms because it blooms.
It cares not for itself, asks not if it is seen.
-----Angelus Silesius

Paragon of animals, quintessence of dust.

Winter is a thousand directions: past , future, regret and a promise; a homecoming of the heart and the death of the world. Summer is nothing but an endless horizontal.

Depaysement: nocturnl rambles, exile and disorientation; dropping out of bourgeois society,..arriving somwhere for the first time and feeling the wonder and excitement of a world that is not yours and that never will. Not reaching out to possess that otherness , but just an awareness of it: as if one were seeing the world on its very first morning.

Never read more than you can practice.

Kamikaze diaries: Of the 4,000 one quarter were unviersity graduates, studying Latin, Chinese and western philosophy. The ultimate test, the right of passage that they set themselves, was the ability to comprehend Kant's Critique of Pure Reason. One wonders if they remembered any of it during those final moments....