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. … 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.
It is the business of the very few to be independent; it is a privilege of the strong.
What does it mean to know and experience my own “nothingness?” It is not enough to turn away in disgust from my illusions and faults and mistakes, to separate myself from them as if they were not, and as if I were someone other than myself. This kind of self-annihilati on is only a worse illusion, it is a pretended humility which, by saying “I am nothing” I mean in effect “I wish I were not what I am.
The world is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing, within yourself.
when she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural
LOGOMACHY, n. A war in which the weapons are words and the wounds punctures in the swim-bladder of self-esteem - a kind of contest in which, the vanquished being unconscious of defeat, the victor is denied the reward of success.
For you know only a heap of broken images
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