The memory I most often recall is of a time, roughly 5 or 6 years ago, when philosophy and lost love hadn’t yet taken their toll. A time before radical doubts, scepticism and anxiety. When I focus on the memory intensely, it occasionaly reveals a glimpse of another consciousness. One that feared death more than mornings. I could -do- rather than think, and place my own happiness at the centre of both reason and intuition. It was a time of great wisdom.
David van Ofwegen
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If I have any fault it is digression :)(Byron Pasha)
OK, if we comment with quotes, here’s another one:
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being recieved, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” Charles Dickens.