The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.
Emile M. CioranRead
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the paradox of time and existence, illustrating a mutual relationship between humans and the relentless march of time.
Emile M. Cioran's quote delves into the existential struggle between humans and time, portraying time as an inevitability that both consumes and is used by individuals. It suggests a peculiar comfort in the acknowledgment of this relationship, likening it to the presence of murderers, where the act of killing time becomes a shared experience among those who are aware of their own mortality and the fleeting nature of life.
In practice
This quote could be referenced in a philosophical discussion about the nature of time and existence.
The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
There was a time when time did not yet exist. β¦ The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.
Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
...Those laws are within the grasp of the human mind. God wanted us to recognize them by creating us after his own image so that we could share in his own thoughts... and if piety allow us to say so, our understanding is in this respect of the same kind as the divine, at least as far as we are able to grasp something of it in our mortal life.
You can put anything into words, except your own life.
I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up β many people feel small, because theyβre small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.
I begin each day with holy Mass, receiving Jesus hidden under the appearance of a simple piece of bread. Then I go out into the streets and I find the same Jesus hidden in the dying destitute, the AIDS patients, the lepers, the abandoned children, the hungry, and the homeless. It's the same Jesus.
Where can we go to find God if we cannot see Him in our own hearts and in every living being.
Myth expresses in terms of the world - that is, of the other world or the second world - the understanding that man has of himself in relation to the foundation and the limit of his existence.
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