October 2009
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“Thereupon I shun my flesh, and turn into a drop of perfume, actually drowning an ant. Thereupon I turn into an ant, drilling my way into an elephant’s brain, upsetting it so that it stamps all four of its legs. Thereupon I turn into an elephant, my entire body exuding a great stench. Thereupon I turn into a great stench, and those who cover their noses when they smell me are men. Thereupon I turn into a man, and a plaything of fate.”
— Xi Chuan, The Eagle
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“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.”
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- C.G. Jung, from Memories, Dreams, Reflections
(and also the title of my favourite Watchmen chapter)
