Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, or our mortality, of our individual souls - which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing. But isnt it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with ones burned tongues and skinned knees, that ones aches and pains are all ones own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and thats why were so anxious to lose them... And how can we lose this maddening self, lose it entirely? Love? Yes, but...the least of us know that love is a cruel and terrible master. One loses oneself for the sake of the other, but in doing so becomes enslaved and miserable to the most capricious of all the gods. ~ Professor Julian - The Secret History, Donna Tartt
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 22:49:31 +0000
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