“ You see how I tryTo reach with wordsWhat matters mostAnd how I fail. ”
LearningTo believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
~ Czesław Miłosz
In a room wherepeople unanimously maintaina conspiracy of silence,one word of truthsounds like a pistol shot.
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before.
Horror is the law of the world of living creatures, and civilization is concerned with masking that truth. Literature and art refine and beautify, and if they were to depict reality naked, just as everyone suspects it is (although we defend ourselves against that knowledge), no one would be able to stand it.
