понедельник, апреля 06, 2015

Галилея и Рош Пина

He had come to that moment in his age when there occured to him, with increasing intensity, a question of such overhelming simplicity that he had no means to face it. He found himself wondering if his life were worth the living; if it had ever been. It was a question, he suspected, that came to all men at one time or another; he wondered if it came to them with such impersonal force as it came to him. The question brought with it a sadness, but it was a general sadness wich (he thought) had little to do with himself or with his particular fate; he was not even sure that the question sprang from the most immediate and obvious causes, from what his own life had become. It came, he believed, from the accretion of his years, from the density of accident and circumstance, and from what he had come to understand of them. He took a grim and ironic pleasure from the possibility that what little learning he had managed to acquire had led him to this knowledge: that in the long run all things, even the learning that let him know this, were futile and empty, and at last diminished into a nothingness they did not alter.

J.Williams. Stoner.

суббота, апреля 04, 2015

Шабат шалом ве хаг самеах!

среда, апреля 01, 2015

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вторник, марта 31, 2015

Вот, к примеру, Шопенгауэр говорит, что:...

Жизнь подобна вышивке. Первая половина жизни проходит на лицевой, красивой стороне... А вторая половина - уже на другой, с изнанки. Она не так красива, зато мы видим, как переплетаются нити судьбы...Как устроена сама жизнь...

Черт, а ведь правда... Спасибо, Шопенгауэр... Мне уже легче.

Китайская головоломка.