“ I do philosophy now like an old woman who is always mislaying something and having to look for it again: now her spectacles, now her keys.
Ludwig Wittgenstein - On Certainty
“ Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.
Pablo Neruda - Poema XIV, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada.
He laughed to himself. He was dimly conscious of the fresh influences that were at work within him. They seemed to have come from somewhere within himself. They discharged from underneath an abyss and flowed into a geyser. His friend was aware of their flavor and their preparation. His friend’s cautious deliverance had managed to drill a hole into his psyche and allow these influences to escape. He felt a geyser. He felt a tremble that could only be caused by epiphany. He felt a warmth that could only be caused by revelation. He laughed as though he were seeing an old friend.
“Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness.” — Albert Camus
Modern communication is odd.
We send a blinking signal in hopes of receiving a blinking signal.