Aforizmi, citati, etc....

Victor Pelevin  (The Yellow Arrow) wrote:

Where are they all going? What for? Do they never hear the rhythm of the wheels or see the bare plains outside the windows? They know everything there is to know about this life, but they still move on along the corridor, from the W.C. to their compartment, from the lobby to the restaurant, gradually transforming today into one more yesterday, and they think that a God exists who will reward them or punish them for it. But if they don't go insane, it must mean they all know some secret — or else I know a secret which it would be better for no one to know. Something which makes it impossible for me ever again to walk home so innocently and senselessly, with my eyes blank and empty, along the gently swaying corridor, and not even be conscious of the fact that it is me walking along the corridor. But I don't know any secret. I simply see life as it really is, soberly and accurately, and I can never mistake this yellow catafalque rattling over the joints in the rails for anything else.
I like India, and that's why I'm riding through India just at the moment. But they are simply the mad passengers of a mad train, and all I hear in the words they speak is the clattering of the wheels. And the fact that there are many of them, and I am almost alone, changes nothing...

Victor Pelevin (The Yellow Arrow) wrote:

I am closest of all to happiness—although I won’t attempt to define just what it is—when I turn away from the window and am aware, with the edge of my consciousness, that a moment ago I was not here, there was simply the world outside the window, and something beautiful and incomprehensible, something which there is absolutely no need to ‘comprehend,’ existed for a few seconds instead of the usual swarm of thoughts, of which one, like a locomotive, pulls all the others after it, absorbs them all and calls itself ‘I’.

Michel Houellebecq (Platform) wrote:Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks.

Vegvísir wrote:

Michel Houellebecq (Platform) wrote:Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks.