“To salve the pains of consciousness, some people anesthetize themselves with sunny thoughts. But not everyone can follow their lead, above all not those who sneer at the sun and everything upon which it beats down. Their only respite is in the balm of bleakness. Disdainful of the solicitations of hope, they look for sanctuary in desolate places - a scattering of ruins in a barren locale or a rubble of words in a book where someone whispers in a dry voice, “I too am here”.
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race.
Just randomly read a lot of your pieces. It does seem that you are inflicted by a deep sadness. I emotionally relate. The pain of consciousness is very real. We can do nothing but what we hope is right until we march towards that final hush. Enjoy the good times while they last and give yourself something to live for until you are reunited with your creator, or at least put out of your misery.
“To salve the pains of consciousness, some people anesthetize themselves with sunny thoughts. But not everyone can follow their lead, above all not those who sneer at the sun and everything upon which it beats down. Their only respite is in the balm of bleakness. Disdainful of the solicitations of hope, they look for sanctuary in desolate places - a scattering of ruins in a barren locale or a rubble of words in a book where someone whispers in a dry voice, “I too am here”.
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race.
Just randomly read a lot of your pieces. It does seem that you are inflicted by a deep sadness. I emotionally relate. The pain of consciousness is very real. We can do nothing but what we hope is right until we march towards that final hush. Enjoy the good times while they last and give yourself something to live for until you are reunited with your creator, or at least put out of your misery.
I was thinking about why life has been such a daily struggle. Was there a curse? Relentless strife. I do not know.
Someone mentioned a novel by Malamud today. People had a lifelong of articulate contemplation. Are we reinventing the wheel? Probably yes.