In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. - Emil Cioran
Sunday, March 24, 2019
The stream of thought flows on;
but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of
some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is
confined to a few moments, hours, or days. Others, again, leave vestiges
which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as
long as life endures.