“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Friday, May 27, 2022
Can you accept?
Can you accept that morality doesn't matter to anyone? Can you accept that hope is just a sad lie? Can you accept that you have to care about the victory of morality, even when you know that such will never happen within your lifetime?
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