'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

On our bellies and backs

The scenes of our life resemble pictures in rough mosaic; they are inefectual close up, and have to be viewed from a distance if they are to seem beautiful. That is why to attain something desired is to discover how vain it is; and why, though we live all our lives in expectation of better things, we often at the same time long regretfully for what is past. The present, on the other hand, is regarded as something quite temporary and serving only as the road to our goal. That is why most men discover when they look back on their life that they have the whole time been living ad interim (Of earning one's living) and are surprised to see that which they let go by so unregarded and unenjoyed was precisely their life, was precisely that in expectation of which they lived. - Arthur Schopenhauer, On the suffering of the world