“ Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking--being awake--consciousness. ”
Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.
~ Novalis
Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates--hence the deadly frost--the free power of the mind--the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything any more--the person is alone, like a baleful power--as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually--and in accordance with his own principle he is--misanthropic and misotheos.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.
