They wandered off into the fog
And nearly fell in Glummish Bog,
Which made them think to their dismay
At first if change and then decay.
‘To us it’s very far from clear
The reasons for our being here.’
‘We’d leave at once, but do not know
We’ve any place where we might go.’
I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.Simone de Beauvoir (via youruniverseislovelyhubble)
I love order. It’s my dream. A world where all would be silent and still and each thing in its place, under the last dust.Samuel Beckett, Endgame (via bettertobequotable)
We are never as steeped in history as when we pretend not to be, but if we stop pretending we may gain in understanding what we lose in false innocence. Naiveté is often an excuse for those who exercise power. For those upon whom that power is exercised, naiveté is always a mistake.
I also want to reject both the naive proposition that we are prisoners of our pasts and the pernicious suggestion that history is whatever we make of it. History is the fruit of power, but power itself is never so transparent that its analysis becomes superfluous. The ultimate mark of power may be its invisibility; the ultimate challenge, the exposition of its roots.From Silencing the Past, by Michel-Rolph Trouillot (via throttlebodyandmind)
I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see that we’re all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
Yeah. Well. Whatever.
You can’t teach God anything.