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However hard he tried, he could never manage to make himself visible to human eyes and not because he can't, since for him nothing is impossible, it's simply that he wouldn't know what face to wear when introducing himself to the beings he supposedly created and who probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. There are those who say we're very fortunate that god chooses not to appear before us, because compared with the shock we would get were such a thing to happen, our fear of death would be mere child's play. Besides, all the many things that have been said about god and about death are nothing but stories, and this is just another one. ↗
It was the essence of life to disbelieve in death for one's self, to act as if life would continue forever. And life had to act also as if little issues were big ones. To take a realistic attitude toward life and death meant that one lapsed into unreality. Into insanity. It was ironic that the only way to keep one's sanity was to ignore that one was in an insane world or to act as if the world were sane. ↗
ليس هناك شيء يمكنك قوله لتجعل شخصًا ما يتوقف عن الشعور بالألم . ففي نصف المرات ، أشعر وحسب أنني يجب أن أخبرهم الحقيقة . وأن أقول : سوف تشعرون لمدة ثلاثة أشهر بشكل أسوأ مما شعرتم به في حياتكم ، وسوف تكافحون قدر استطاعتكم ، وبعد سنة أشهر لا يكون الألم بذلك السوء ، ولكنه لا يزال يؤلم أكثر مما تظنون ، حتى بعد سنوات ، ستبقون تجدون أنفسكم تفكرون بالشخص الذي فقدتموه ، وتحزنون بشأن ذلك ، وستبقون تفتقدونه طوال الوقت ↗
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To tell you the truth, though, I still haven't made up my mind whether I shall publish at all. Tastes differ so widely, and some people are so humourless, so uncharitable, and so absurdly wrong-headed, that one would probably do far better to relax and enjoy life than worry oneself to death trying to instruct or entertain a public which will only despise one's efforts, or at least feel no gratitude for them. ↗
From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again. ↗
No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily. ↗
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Дважды случалось, что я, уехав в Гренландию, по полгода не видела своего отражения в зеркале. По пути домой я старательно избегала зеркал в самолетах и аэропортах. Стоя потом перед зеркалом в своей квартире, я очень ясно видела физическое выражение хода времени: первые седые волосы, паутинку морщин, более глубокие и отчетливые тени выступающих костей. Никакая другая мысль не была для меня более успокоительной, чем сознание того, что я умру. В эти минуты прозрения — а себя можно увидеть таким, какой ты есть, только если смотришь на себя как на чужого человека, — все отчаяние, вся веселость, вся депрессия исчезают и сменяются спокойствием. Для меня смерть вовсе не была пугающей, она не была состоянием или событием, которое придет и поразит меня. Она была скорее сосредоточенностью на текущем моменте, поддержкой, союзником, помогающим мыслями быть в настоящем. ↗
Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗
Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable. Tell me, then, Alobar, in order to achieve immortality, should you emulate water or stone? Should you trust your flesh or your bones? ↗
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