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Only musical ecstasy makes me feel immortal. Oh, those clear days when your heart borrows color from the sky, and deep sonoroties revive memories from beyond the horizon! It will be in vain then to try and shed tears for time.
— Emil M. Cioran
Only musical ecstasy makes me feel immortal. Oh, those clear days when your heart borrows color from the sky, and deep sonoroties revive memories from beyond the horizon! It will be in vain then to try and shed tears for time.
All great conversions are born from the sudden revelation of life's meaninglessness. Nothing could be more moving or more impressive than this sudden apprehension of the void of existence.
If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?
