The beauty of flames lies in their strange play, beyond all proportion and harmony. Their diaphanous flare symbolizes at once grace and tragedy, innocence and despair, sadness and voluptuousness. The burning transcendence has something of the lightness of great purifications. I wish the fiery transcendence would carry me up and throw me into a sea of flames, where, consumed by their delicate and insidious tongues, I would die an ecstatic death. The beauty of flames creates the illusion of a pure, sublime death similar to the light of dawn. Immaterial, death in flames is like a burning of light, graceful wings. Do only butterflies die in flames? What about those devoured by the flames within them? |
The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask & ghost. |
The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. |
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live --moreover, the only one. |
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth. |
The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men. |
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain. |
The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself. |
The more intense a spiritual leader's appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others. |
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it. |
The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous. |
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. |
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. |
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary. |
The Universal view melts things into a blur. |