Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again. — Giorgio Agamben, Potentialities: Collected Essays in Philosophy. (Stanford University Press; 1 edition January 1, 2000)
To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world’s sky. — Martin Heidegger, “The Thinker As Poet,” Poetry, Language, Thought. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Later Printing Used edition, December 3, 2013)
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in the way in which our visual field has no limits. ― Ludwig… Continue reading Ludwig Wittgenstein
To perceive a landscape is therefore to carry out an act of remembrance, and remembering is not so much a matter of calling up an internal image, stored in the mind, as of engaging perceptually with an environment that is itself pregnant with the past. — Tim Ingold, from “The Temporality of the Landscape,” World… Continue reading Tim Ingold
Merely to say the same thing twice—language is language—how is that supposed to get us anywhere? But we do not want to get anywhere. We would like only, for once, to get just to where we are already. — Martin Heidegger, from “Language,” Poetry, Language, Thought. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Later Printing Used edition, December… Continue reading Martin Heidegger
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune. — Albert Camus
Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are about to be rendered obsolete. ― R. Buckminster Fuller, Cosmography: A Posthumous Scenario for the Future of Humanity. (Macmillan Pub Co; First Edition edition February 1992)
We are too late for the gods and too early for Being. — Martin Heidegger, from “The Thinker as Poet,” Poetry, Language, Thought, trans. Albert Hofstadter, New York: Harper, 1971: 4, 7.
…we are dying of cold, and not of darkness. – Miguel De Unamuno, “XI : The Practical Problem,” The Tragic Sense of Life. (Cosimo Classics December 1, 2005) Originally published January 1st 1900.
The suffering touched me too early, I have burned myself out, I am the bright ash without desire. Now, only the silence endures dearly, When I am still standing in the fire. — Grażyna Chrostowska, written in Ravensbrück, 13th April 1942. Translated by Jarek Gajewski