In other words,
us, the creatures,
have no
other meaning
but to distract the Creator.
Poor clowns of the absolute,
we forget that we live dramas
for the boredom of a spectator,
whose
claps have never reached
the ears of a mortal.
and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul — then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
blind, petty, stuck in the present. Our problem is narrowness of vision. The poet is a man whose vision sometimes expands beyond the usual human limit, and is startled by how enormous and beautiful the universe is. It is the one thing that all poets have in common, even the pessimistic ones...”
~ Colin Wilson