Life

Life

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.

If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." (first published 1937)]

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." (first published 1937)]

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.

I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Whatever is going to happen will happen, whether we worry or not.

Whatever is going to happen will happen, whether we worry or not.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes, I am very lusty and very scary.

I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes, I am very lusty and very scary.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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