“The spirit is glorified by healthy, well-fed people who have no idea what it truly means; who have never been exposed to the torture of life, who have never experienced the gnawing antinomies at the foundation of existence”

Cioran

“God is found within me, yet I do not find God because I am outside myself. I am where my mind is, and my mind is where it’s attention is, and my attention is inveterately turned outward, away from both self and God”

Mais le vieux Paris n'est plus : jamais peut-être
Il ne reviendra de la nuit des temps...
O douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie,
Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous ronge le cœur
Du sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!

“What is the night corpse—the slagged, the charred human—into such rigid lumps are the I’s glued and must roll them—... I! I! you abyss that runs back deeply into the dark in the mirror of thought—I! you mirror in the mirror—the shudder in the shudder!”

~Jean Paul