Wednesday, 15 January 2020

Our lives are ultimately mysterious

Our whole lives and all things are pervaded with ultimate mystery. I sometimes feel as if I'm in something akin to a dream. That when I wake up I'll understand everything, perhaps when I die. That at the present time my mind is effectively wading through sludge.

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The very last time

This guy (I read his novels) talks about doing things for the very last time and not realising that it's for the very last time. I also ...