Dandelion

“Wittgenstein dislikes all ornamentation that is not part of the construction, and never find anything simple enough.”
― Ray Monk, Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius

“Man is alone in the world, in tremendous eternal isolation. He has no object outside himself; lives for nothing else; he is far removed from being the slave of his wishes, of his abilities, of his necessities; he stands far above social ethics; he is alone. Thus he becomes one and all.”
― Otto Weininger, Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles

“It is absolutely from his vision of the whole, in which the genius always lives, that he gets his sense of the parts. He values everything within him or without him by the standard of this vision, a vision that for him is no function of time, but a part of eternity. . . . The scientist takes phenomena for what they obviously are; the great man or the genius for what they signify. Sea and mountain, light and darkness, spring and autumn, cypress and palm, dove and swan are symbols to him, he not only thinks that there is, but he recognizes in them something deeper. The ride of the Valkyrie is not produced by atmospheric pressure and the magic fire is not the outcome of a process of oxidation.

And all this is possible for him because the outer world is as full and strongly connected as the inner in him, the external world in fact seems to be only a special aspect of his inner life; the universe and the ego have become one in him, and he is not obliged to set his experience together piece by piece according to rule. . . . The infinity of the universe is responded to in the genius by a true sense of infinity in his own breast; he holds chaos and cosmos, all details and all totality, all plurality, and all singularity in himself.”
― Otto Weininger, Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles

“But how did you become devoted to the King who had done all this?’ Sudarshana asks. When did this change of feeling take place? ‘I couldn’t tell you’, comes the reply: I don’t know myself. A day came when all the rebel in me knew itself beaten, and then my whole nature bowed down in humble resignation in the dust. And then I saw … I saw that he was as incomparable in beauty as he was in terror. I was saved, I was rescued.”
― Ray Monk, Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius