Fear and Trembling

If underlying everything there was only a wild fermenting power that writhing in dark passions produced everything, be it significant or insighficant, if a vast, never appeased emptiness lay hid beneath everything, what would life be then but despair? If such were the situation, if there were no sacred bond to knit humankind together, if one generation emerged after another like forest foliage, if one generation succeeded another like singing birds in the forest, if a generation passed through the world as a ship through the sea, as wind through the desert, an unthinking, unproductive performance, if an eternal oblivion, perpetually hungry, lurked for its prey and there was no power strong enough to wrench that away from it – how empty and devoid of consolation life would be!


~ by iconoplastic on September 1, 2006.

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