Monday, February 27, 2012

"Horror ! We imitate the top and bowling ball,

Their bounding and their waltz ; 
even in our slumber
Curiosity torments us, rolls us about,
Like a cruel Angel who lashes suns.
Singular destiny where the goal moves about,
And being nowhere can be anywhere !
Toward which Man, 
whose hope never grows weary,
Is ever running like a madman to find rest!"
(Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal-The Voyage)

(art by Mariusz Lewandowski; tnx Annita)

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