“ You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it. ”
The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.
~ Glen Duncan
Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script?
It’s why we close the eyes, too. The dead shouldn’t have to look on the lewd aliveness of the living.
Don't bother looking for the meaning of it all. There isn't one.Maybe not, but life compulsively dangled the possibility. Life, the dramatist on speed. Life, that couldn't stop with its foreshadows and ironies and symbols and clues, its wretched jokes and false endings and twists. Life with its hopeless addiction to plot.
