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She got out at Raspail. I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees. (Esse)
I sank down on the bench, stupefied, stunned by this profusion of beings without origin: everywhere blossomings, hatchings out, my ears buzzed with existence, my very flesh throbbed and opened, abandoned itself to the universal burgeoning.
Gone is what happens when people stop asking, when all research has ceased, when no one contributes to the archives of a life or its extinction.
My line of vision was such that the creature filled the moon like a fossil. It had gone there, I thought, to live and die, for there, of all places, was its small definition made whole and eternal
Every living creature commences its existence under a form different from, and simpler than, that which it eventually attains.
I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
The commonplace needs no defence,Dullness is in the critic's eyes,Without a licence life evolvesFrom some dim phase its own surprise;Under these yellow-twinkling elms,Behind these hedges trimly shorn,As in a stable once, so hereIt may be born, it may be born.
When things flourish they decline.
It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterward return again.
While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed!
While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became.Grew-- Zadie Smith
Tea and water give each oter life,' the Professor was saying. 'The tea is still alive. This tea has tea and water virality,' he added. '... Afterwards, the taste still happens... It rises like velvet... It is a performance.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, growing riotous and strange in their impulse for growth.
Though under earth, and throneless now I be
Yet while I lived all earth was under me.
I wasn't living, just existing.
Civilisation never dies, it may change, but it is eternal. Where the paddy field is born on the dry river bed of Titash, there begins another civilisation.
Seven years on, and their absence has expanded. Just as our life would have in this time, it has swelled.
I prospered very quickly. Very quickly, I became politically empowered. I was running my own business.
I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished
In a moment we lost our minds hereand lay our spirits down.Today we lived a thousand years,all we have is now.
found three thousand Unsullied
Why survive, when you can thrive
The world had retreated. I felt sunk inside myself, inside my flesh, which seemed to me not only the sole dwelling possible but also the only material for which it was worthwhile to struggle. It
Humanity had been strong, energetic, and intelligent, and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions under which it lived. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions.
Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing - not even a memory. Existence everywhere, infinitely, in excess, for ever and everywhere; existence - which is limited only by existence.
Inscriptions here of various Names I view'd,
The greater part by hostile time subdu'd;
Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past,
And Poets once had promis'd they should last.
If what you create does not outlive you, then you have failed.
While he lived on and on, freezing and thawing, these mortals went through routines, lived and died, unaware that he even existed. 'It's
Either things grow and change or they die.
For something to occur, something needed to be lived in, approached, repelled by, consumed. The present, to exist, must be remembered, despised, and feared.
Our absence is what remains of us.
brooding over the upper reaches, became
Life again refused to remain lifesized
Those who do not lose their base endure. Those who die but do not perish have longevity.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
The splendour & the lose grew all the same, Sire.
Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.
All that was once directly lived has become mere representation.
Was the heroic creation of a legion of interested and enthusiastic men and women of wide general knowledge and interest; and it lives on today, just as lives the language of which it rightly claims to be a portrait.
When, at last, I ceased to be myself, I came to be.
In quiet crevices, life is born over and over again, without witness, without recognition. It happens, feverishly or serenely, fast or slow, and the guardians or propriety remain laughably ignorant.
Something was not dead within me, in the depths of my heart and conscience it would not die, and it showed itself in acute depression.
After a number of events, what is there left but repetition and diminishment? Who wants to go on living? The eccentric, the religious, the artistic (sometimes); those with a false sense of their own worth. Soft cheeses collapse; firm cheeses indurate. Both go mouldy.
And their hearts. They tumbled and spunned.
Swelled and grow.
Overflowed.
Two empty lives that had been so hollow.
Two lives that now brimmed so full.
She felt, beneath her feet, the shifting of the planks she'd laid across the quicksand of that other life. She'd thought she could escape it? It was there, it had always been there, and this life she'd built on top of it felt about as sturdy as a shantytown on the flank of a volcano.
existence precedes essence,
Ill-Success failed to crush us: the mere effort to succeed had given a wonderful zest to existence; it must be pursued.
[W]e are not merely tempered and schooled by failure but compelled, in however subtle a fashion, to become something other than we were.
it had started, to how it had
Life on earth is more like a verb. It repairs, maintains, re-creates, and outdoes itself.
Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.
With my mother's death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.
The Misbegotten had, in the last year, been pared to a sliver of itself. They had lost so many brothers and sisters that those who remained could have drowned in the ashes of those who had died.
I faded away for a while out of necessity.
I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.
John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.
They came to life and stood up on their feet - a vast army.
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
I sank, therefore I swam!
Everything had life to me,' he heard Enkidu murmur, 'the sky, the storm, the earth, water, wandering, the moon and its three children, salt, even my hand had life. It's gone. It's gone.
And I rejoiced in being what I was.
What we are now, we continue to be.
Everything passed, and what trace of its passage remained? It seemed to Kitty that they were all, the human race, like the drops of water in that river and they flowed on, each so close to the other and yet so far apart, a nameless flood, to the sea.
An interesting survival of mediaeval superstition," commented Flora.
The untouched created the unbroken.
The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.
short-lived. "Enemy right!" came
o live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill
It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn't dying.
Though changed I rise again the same
Kind of just existed from day to day, on weird plateau of feeling nothingness.
Behind a great success, there was a great failure
We did not exist, the we we thought we'd always be.
were half dead from too little water,
As the years progress and we experience more and more, the mini-narratives that make up our lives are distorted, corrupted, so that every one of us is left with a false history, a self-created fiction about the live we have led. pg 163
Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.
As the tides of life rise and fall, life is constant, like the waves crashing upon the shore. Persistence is the key in high and low times ...
Young, middle-aged, elderly, old, dead: this was how life conjugated. (No, life was a noun, so this is how life declined. Yes, that was better in any case, life declined.
Suffered from alienation,carried the weight on my own,had to be so strong,so I believed,and now I know I've succeeded,in finding the place I conceived.
In the end, even the stars withered and died.
Other kingdoms are still present on earth along with the kingdom of the heavens. That is the human condition.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Oxygen flooded into the atmosphere as a pollutant, even a poison, until natural selection shaped living things to thrive on the stuff and, indeed, suffocate without it.
There was nothing left of Earth. They had leeched away the last atoms of its substance. It had nourished them, through the fierce moments of their inconceivable metamorphosis, as the food stored in a grain of wheat feeds the infant plant while it climbs towards the Sun.
Things form and never know decay.
It was as if in captivity, her brilliant plumage were losing its brilliance. She felt the metamorphosis. She knew she was moulting.
Within an atom there can be a billion kingdoms, endless. But all of them are bound by the cycle of birth and death. They all come into being for a while and then vanish.
What's old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
And then the world exploded.
What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain
What is gone is gone.
The chance emergence of the was nothing. Remember this. But its persistence and patient accumulation of stature were everything. Only by relentless effort did it establish its right to exist.
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt,
Left here without the light I loved so much,
In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
everything tried to get its living done in the brief hour of respite. It
My opportunities were still there, nay, they multiplied tenfold; but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail, and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience.
... while men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal.
When it does not 'remain' a Need..
It does not 'remain'..
All forms that perish other forms supply,
(By turns we catch the vital breath and die)
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,
They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less ...
She came alive as one returns from sleep. Alive but different. An empty husk capable of thought, of hearing, of processing. Of wanting men dead.
The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.