“Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun
inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go
down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the
human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives,
will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices,
steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the
fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to
rejoice in the fact of death--ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's
death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is
responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness
from which we come and to which we shall return.”
― The Fire Next Time
― The Fire Next Time


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