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We must allow ourselves to think, we must dare to think, even though we fail. It is in the nature of things that we always fail, because we suddenly find it impossible to order our thoughts, because the process of thinking requires us to consider every thought there is, every possible thought. Fundamentally we have always failed, like all the others, whoever they were, even the greatest minds. At some point, they suddenly failed and their system collapsed, as is proved by their writings, which we admire because they venture farthest into failure. To think is to fail, I thought. ↗
When two creatures meet, the one that is able to intimidate its opponent is recognized as socially superior, so that a social decision does not always depend on a fight; an encounter in some circumstances may be enough. ↗
Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness. ↗
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Bagiku, El, omong kosong jika para petinggi agama mengatakan bahwa agama tidak ada urusannya dengan akal. Buat apa manusia dianugerahi otak jika untuk mengenali Pencipta Otak itu, dia tidak boleh menggunakan otaknya? Menurutku, agama selalu memberi kesempatan kepada para pemeluknya untuk memilah mana yang harus dia pastikan dengan akalnya, mana yang cukup dipercaya begitu saja. (Kashva to Elyas, MLPH: 126) ↗
Married women are far more depressed than married men -- in unhappy marriages, three times more; and -- interestingly -- in happy marriages, five times more. In truth, it is men who are thriving in marriage, now as always, and who show symptoms of psychological and physical distress outside it. Not only their emotional well-being but their very lives, some studies say, depend on being married! ↗
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar. ↗
