March 13, 2008

The Book of Disquiet, text 166

Busy with work, so more Pessoa, and a picture from the Hubble telescope.

Why shouldn't the truth turn out to be something utterly different from anything we imagine, with no gods or men or reasons why? Why shouldn't it be something we can't even conceive of not conceiving, a mystery from another world entirely?
Text 166

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