Yes, life is full, there is life even underground. You wouldn't believe, how I want to live now, what a thirst for existence and consciousness has sprung up in me within these peeling walls. And what is suffering? I am not afraid of it, even if it were beyond reckoning. I am not afraid of it now. I was afraid of it before. I seem to have such strength now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment: 'I exist.' In thousands of agonies - I exist. I'm tortured on the rack - but I exist! Although I sit alone - I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.
-The Brothers Karamazov, Part Four, Book XI: Ivan, 4. A Hymn and a Secret Fyodor Dostoyevsky
What a rare and temporary privilege to have the opportunity to proclaim 'I exist' while on this planet.
Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
there is something very holy about this phrase I am reminded of this during Ash Wednesday. I am dust and to dust I shall return, but for this moment, no matter what this moment looks like, no matter any detail about this moment, I exist. I am alive. In but a breath I will be dust again but not in this moment.
In this moment I choose to praise God. In this moment I choose not to fear, not to worry, but rather to slowly breathe in this life, to touch, to listen, to taste, to see.
Life is everywhere and where there is life, there is hope. In this very moment as spring is pushing through the winter chill hope and life are present.
I can't wait to begin the gardening season. My fingers in the soil, in the dust.
Oscar Isaac - Hang Me, Oh Hang Me
-The Brothers Karamazov, Part Four, Book XI: Ivan, 4. A Hymn and a Secret Fyodor Dostoyevsky
What a rare and temporary privilege to have the opportunity to proclaim 'I exist' while on this planet.
Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
there is something very holy about this phrase I am reminded of this during Ash Wednesday. I am dust and to dust I shall return, but for this moment, no matter what this moment looks like, no matter any detail about this moment, I exist. I am alive. In but a breath I will be dust again but not in this moment.
In this moment I choose to praise God. In this moment I choose not to fear, not to worry, but rather to slowly breathe in this life, to touch, to listen, to taste, to see.
Life is everywhere and where there is life, there is hope. In this very moment as spring is pushing through the winter chill hope and life are present.
I can't wait to begin the gardening season. My fingers in the soil, in the dust.
Oscar Isaac - Hang Me, Oh Hang Me