At the end of time I want my art to stand up and my soul to bow down.
That’s what “meaning” is-a special additive like salt or garlic that could make even the most fetid piece of meat seem palpable, even delicious.
I wish someone would promise me that nothing is meaningless,
Whenever we proceed from the known into the unknown we may hope to understand, but we may have to learn at the same time a new meaning of the word ‘understanding.
The only truths worth arguing about are those truths that could prevent or lead to circumstances that may bite us in the rear sooner or later.
Do I believe a thing has limits!? Of course! Nothing exists that doesn’t have limits. Existence means there’s always something else, and so everything has limits. Why is it so hard to conceive that a thing is a thing, and that it isn’t always being some other thing that’s beyond it?
When you can live forever what do you live for?
Remain true to the earth, my brethren, with the power of your virtue! Let your bestowing love and your knowledge be devoted to be the meaning of the earth! . . . Let it not fly away from the earthly and beat against eternal walls with its wings. . . . Lead, like me, the flown-away virtue back to the earth-yes, back to body and life: that it may give to the earth its meaning, a human meaning!
We possess art lest we perish of the truth.
A myth, in its original Greek meaning- muthos- is simply that: a story, one which seeks to render life transparent to an intelligible source.