samedi, août 28, 2004
unpieceable fragments
and life hath ceased to be
would you choose, oh would you?
choose to lie by me...
...whither bitter end you choose
we meet again in death past life
might not be as friends or foes
but perhaps just as stone on stone...
life and death, neither without the other. death hath no meaning if life never be.
from Graham Greene - The Quiet American:
"...Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would life. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit. Oh yes, people always, everywhere, loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity."
unpieceable fragments
...when the spark has died
and life hath ceased to be
would you choose, oh would you?
choose to lie by me...
...whither bitter end you choose
we meet again in death past life
might not be as friends or foes
but perhaps just as stone on stone...
life and death, neither without the other. death hath no meaning if life never be.
from Graham Greene - The Quiet American:
"...Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would life. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit. Oh yes, people always, everywhere, loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity."
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