“If thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
Category Archives: metaphysics
on a clear day
being and nothingness
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest – Act 4, scene 1
snow day
There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion – Lord Byron
dynamo hum
The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be on.
Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always without you and the throb always within. – James Joyce, Ulysses
still water
dust
When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world’s delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,
And through the lips corruption thrust
Has stilled the labour of my breath —
When we are dust, when we are dust! —
– Rupert Brooke, 1910
Location: St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, New Orleans
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