May 2011
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Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment? Yes, there is some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment.
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today today today
I remove myself from those blighted fuck-fields.
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The suffering of Christ makes a stronger impression on us than the salvation it purchased: suffering takes a deeper root in the feelings.
“Suffering makes itself an object of imitation - not so the redemption. If God suffered for my sake, how can I be joyful, how can I allow myself any gladness, at least on this corrupt earth, which was the theatre of his suffering? Ought I to fare better...
“Ecstasy replaces sexuality. The mediocrity of the human race is the only...”
– Emile M. Cioran (Tears and Saints)
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