“Yes, I have been forced to whittle down the facts, and to be a liar, but it
is not one universe, there are millions, almost as many as the number of human eyes and brains in existence, that awake every morning.”
Marcel ProustRemembrance of Things PastVol. 2, Page 512
Update:
In the Forum: a god with thick round spectacles.
9 comments:
Yes...
Great quote. :-)
How true, indeed...
For every one bad there is an infinity of alternative goods out there (and vice versa)
And some of us humans possessed of eyes and brain, have more than our individual share of universes spinning within...great quote, William!
It is, Monica, and I love the way it jumped off the page when I first read it. And now here, somewhat out of context, it means even more.
Conrad, I agree. And if it weren’t so, I think this old earth would have spun off its axis long ago.
Thanks, Gabriella. I was hoping you’d see this. I was thinking, in part, about those internal universes when I typed out Proust’s words.
Great quote, Mr.M. I must say, though, that I was under the impression that the one and only universe was the one spinning around with me at the center. Remarkable how encountering such talented individuals like yourself has altered (somewhat) my perception of reality.
Thanks very much, Gray. We might think of reality as a crutch — it’s there and handy when we need it, but there’s nothing quite so exhilarating as forging ahead under our own power. Or as scary.
we are rather complex microcosims of the universe in ourselves... but then of course we must be since we are of this whatever-you-call-it and subject to its laws... sorry just thinking out loud. thank you for sharing that.... now i feel smaller thatn a grain of sand;)
Hi William,
I was away from the blog few days...
I wanted to say that you are one of the wonderfull person I meet here and that I#m really happy about :-)
to came here is always good for me and my saul
see you
Ah, Rahina, but the smallness of that grain of sand is only relative. Really, like a raindrop, it’s a world unto itself. A world that is part of this whatever-you-call-it.
Thank you, Laura, I noticed you were out of circulation and thought maybe you were doing a little Christmas traveling. Kind words. I appreciate them, and all of the beautiful work you do.
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