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“To build children you must first be built yourself. Otherwise, you’ll seek children out of animal needs, or loneliness, or to patch the holes in yourself. Your task as a parent is to produce not another self, another Josef, but something higher. It’s to produce a creator.”
― When Nietzsche Wept: A Novel Of Obsession
― When Nietzsche Wept: A Novel Of Obsession
“I should have become an "I" before I became a "we".”
― When Nietzsche Wept
― When Nietzsche Wept
“Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.”
― The Age of Reason
― The Age of Reason
“Kao oko mrtvaca jednog
sjaje oko našeg vrta bednog,
fenjeri.
Da l' noć na tebe svile prospe?
Jesi li se digla među gospe?
Gde si sad Ti?
Voliš li još noću ulice,
kad bludnice i fenjeri stoje
pokisli?
A rage mokre parove vuku,
u kolima, k'o u mrtvačkom sanduku,
što škripi.
Da nisi sad negde nasmejana,
bogata i rasejana,
gde smeh vri?
O, nemoj da si topla, cvetna,
O, ne budi, ne budi sretna,
bar ti mi, ti.
O, ne voli, ne voli ništa,
ni knjige, ni pozorišta,
k'o učeni.
Kažeš li nekad, iznenada,
u dobrom društvu, još i sada,
na čijoj strani si?
O, da l' se sećaš kako smo išli,
sve ulice noću obišli
po kiši?
Sećaš li se, noćne su nam tice
i lopovi, i bludnice,
bili nevini.
Stid nas beše domova cvetnih,
zarekli smo se ostat' nesretni,
bar ja i Ti.
U srcu čujem grižu miša,
a pada hladna, sitna kiša.
Gde si sad Ti?”
―
sjaje oko našeg vrta bednog,
fenjeri.
Da l' noć na tebe svile prospe?
Jesi li se digla među gospe?
Gde si sad Ti?
Voliš li još noću ulice,
kad bludnice i fenjeri stoje
pokisli?
A rage mokre parove vuku,
u kolima, k'o u mrtvačkom sanduku,
što škripi.
Da nisi sad negde nasmejana,
bogata i rasejana,
gde smeh vri?
O, nemoj da si topla, cvetna,
O, ne budi, ne budi sretna,
bar ti mi, ti.
O, ne voli, ne voli ništa,
ni knjige, ni pozorišta,
k'o učeni.
Kažeš li nekad, iznenada,
u dobrom društvu, još i sada,
na čijoj strani si?
O, da l' se sećaš kako smo išli,
sve ulice noću obišli
po kiši?
Sećaš li se, noćne su nam tice
i lopovi, i bludnice,
bili nevini.
Stid nas beše domova cvetnih,
zarekli smo se ostat' nesretni,
bar ja i Ti.
U srcu čujem grižu miša,
a pada hladna, sitna kiša.
Gde si sad Ti?”
―
“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.
A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.
Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.
In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
― Slowness
A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.
Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.
In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
― Slowness
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