Leo

“To think is to forget a difference, to generalize, to abstract.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones

“But even more than by the filth of its organs, the flower is betrayed by the fragility of its corolla: thus, far from answering the demands of human ideas, it is the sign of their failure. In fact, after a very short period of glory the marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun, thus becoming, for the plant, a garish withering. Risen from the stench of the manure pile---even though it seemed for a moment to have escaped it in a flight of angelic and lyrical purity---the flower seems to relapse abruptly into its original squalor: the most ideal is rapidly reduced to a wisp of aerial manure. For flowers do not age honestly like leaves, which lose nothing of their beauty, even after they have died; flowers wither like old and overly made-up dowagers, and they die ridiculously on stems that seemed to carry them to the clouds.”
― Georges Bataille, Visions of Excess: Selected Writings, 1927–1939

“The lover strips the beloved of her identity no less than the blood-stained priest his human or animal victim.”
― Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality

“Philosophy is not Besinnen [think over] but struggle. And this struggle has no end and will have no end. The kingdom of God, as it is written, is attained through violence.”
― Lev Shestov, Athens and Jerusalem