Do you believe that you will die? Yes man is mortal I am a man ergo... no that isn’t what I mean. I know that you know that. What I am asking is, have you ever actually believed it? Believed it completely? Believed not with your mind but with your body? Actually felt that one the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be icy and yellow? No, of course you don’t believe it. Which is the reason why up until now you haven’t jumped from the tenth floor to the pavement.
All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some pink, firmly round – a ring, a tender protection against the whole world. But these: a second ago they did not exist, and now – a knife slit – and the sweet blood will drip down.
All their Immanuel Kants together couldn’t do it! It didn’t enter the heads of all their Kants to build a system of scientific ethics, that is, ethics based on adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing.
Freedom and crime are linked as indivisibly as... well, as the motion of the aero and its speed: when its speed equals zero, it does not move; when man’s freedom equals zero, he commits no crimes. That is clear. The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.
I’m like a machine being run over its RPM limit. The bearings are overheating: a minute longer and the metal will melt and start dripping and that will be the end of everything. I need a splash of cold water, logic; I pour it on in buckets but the logic hisses on the hot bearings and dissipates in the air as a fleeting white mist.
Our gods are here, below, with us – in the office, the kitchen, the workshop, the toilet; the gods have become like us. Ergo, we have become as gods.
I am imprudent, I am sick, I have a soul, I am a microbe. But isn’t blooming a sickness? Doesn’t it hurt when a bud splits open?
The elections themselves have rather a symbolic meaning. They remind us that we are a united, powerful organism of millions of cells, that – to use the language of the “gospel” of the ancients – we are a united church. The history of the United State knows not a single case in which upon this solemn day even a solitary voice has dared to violate the magnificent unison. They.
Now, think of a square, a living, beautiful square. And imagine that it must tell you about itself, about its life. You understand, a square would scarcely ever think of telling you that all its four angles are equal: this has become so natural, so ordinary to it that it’s simply no longer consciously aware of it. And so with me: I find myself continually in this square’s position.
Let my notes, like the most sensitive seismograph, record the curve of even the most insignificant vibrations of my brain: for it is precisely such vibrations that are sometimes the forewarning of...
You will place the benevolent yoke of reason on the necks of the unknown beings on other planets, who may still be living in that primitive state known as freedom.
On days like this you can see into the bluest depth of things, their previously unknown, astonishing equations – you see them in even the most familiar everyday thing.
The speed of a tongue should always go some seconds behind the speed of thought, never the other way around.
Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are invariably children. Exactly, just like children, we must always ask, ‘And what next?
Then you love it. For if you fear it because it is stronger than you, hate it because you fear it, you love it. For you cannot subject it to yourself. One loves only the things one cannot conquer.
There were two in paradise and the choice was offered to them: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. No other choice. Tertium non datur. They, fools that they were, chose freedom.
I had never known this before, but now I do and so do you: Laughter comes in different colours. It is only the distant echo of an explosion inside you. It might come in holiday colours – red, blue, golden rockets. or it might be the bits of a human body flying out...
But, my dear friends, you must try to think a little now – it will help matters.
To kill one individual, that is, to subtract fifty years to the total sum of human lives, was criminal. But to subtract fifty million years was not considered criminal. Really, isn’t that absurd?
Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and periods. And so today, at.