There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.
Philosophy becomes tortured thinking. Thinking that devours itself—and continues intact and even flourishes, in spite (or perhaps because) of the repeated acts of self-cannibalism. In the passion play of thought, the thinker plays the roles of both protagonist and antagonist. He is both suffering Prometheus and the remorseless eagle who consumes his perpetually regenerated entrails.
Susan Sontag, Thinking Against Oneself: Reflections on Cioran (via heavydrug)
hey all, please take a moment to pray/send well-wishes/whatever it is you do for the families, survivors, and the hundreds still missing after a ferry sank off korea. also, please keep in mind the rescue teams as they continue searching for the missing — the ocean is apparently very muddy, so visibility is poor. most of the passengers on the ferry were second-year high school students, a fact that doesn’t make this any less or any more tragic, but please send out a prayer for their parents and families.