“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?
“But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.”
“...the monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses. For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality. Everything is endured- disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui- in the belief that ove
A. S. Byatt