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"But I don't want comfort... I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
The findings of an art history student with a love of art, feminism, equality, opera, music in general, religion, mythology, sociology, medieval manuscripts, books, the body, and human love of all sorts.
The findings of an art history student with a love of art, feminism, equality, opera, music in general, religion, mythology, sociology, medieval manuscripts, books, the body, and human love of all sorts.
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
Carl Sagan (via thechocolatebrigade)
10 months ago on July 21, 2012 at 10:43am
I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
Banksy (via loveyourchaos)
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1 year ago on December 25, 2011 at 10:31am
1 year ago on June 27, 2011 at 10:30am
