The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.
Emile M. CioranRead
Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.
Interpretation
We are all born inherently pure but are tainted by our interactions with others and the loss of solitude.
Emile M. Cioran reflects on the innate purity humans possess at birth, suggesting that this purity is gradually compromised through social interactions and the distractions of societal life. The phrase 'sin against solitude' implies that abandoning solitude leads to a loss of our true essence, as constant engagement with others can lead us away from our original, untainted selves.
In practice
In a philosophical discussion about the nature of humanity, this quote can highlight the tension between purity and corruption.
The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
There was a time when time did not yet exist. β¦ The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.
Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
He who allows oppression shares the crime.
I was so fortunate to play my club cricket at Moseley Ashfield. We had loads of Asians, white players, black players. You grow up from that knowing it just doesn't matter what religion or culture people are into, everyone is different.
ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
Whatever hysteria exists is inflamed by mystery, suspicion and secrecy. Hard and exact facts will cool it.
To see the earth as we now see it, small and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the unending night ~ brothers who see now they are truly brothers.
The minute you understand racism, you're responsible for being racist. It's like eating from the tree of knowledge.
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