Wandering Adiga

“All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral—both memory and the object of memory. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything; and the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you. Always reflect that soon you will be no one, and nowhere.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“Memory can move very swiftly. Words do not possess the same swiftness.”
― C.S. Lakshmi, Fish in a Dwindling Lake

“Ideas are like beards. Men don’t have them until they grow up. Somebody said that, but I can’t remember who.”
“Voltaire,” the younger man said. He rubbed his chin and smiled, a cheerful,
unaffected smile. “Voltaire might be off the mark, though, when it comes to me. I have hardly any beard at all, but have loved thinking about things since I was a kid.”
His face was indeed smooth, with no hint of a beard. His eyebrows were narrow, but thick, his ears nicely formed, like lovely seashells. “I wonder if what Voltaire meant wasn’t ideas as much as meditation,” Tsukuru said. The man inclined his head a fraction. “Pain is what gives rise to meditation. It has
nothing to do with age, let alone beards.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“Development is a treacherous river, as
everyone who plunges into its currents knows.”
― Ryszard Kapuściński, Shah of Shahs