We've got a kinder, gentler machine-gun hand! - Neil Young
They string me to the gallows
Put a hood up over my face
And keep telling me
Soon I will leave this place
I'm sure that it would be annoying having everything in a constant state of perfection, but I'd bet that that imperfection of perfection would provide relief.
An ordinary man's good qualities could become crushing accusations against a guilty man. - Camus
According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out that it was the former that had condemned me. - Camus
Do you truly cherish these earthly things? - Camus
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself... I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hatred. - Camus
I have just finished The Stranger once again. This is the fourth reading and yet again I feel the lucid reflection of myself in Mersault. I have changed my life in so many ways, but my outlook on death has yet to diverge from Camus'. No matter how often I detect that delivate connection to all things and realize that death ends nothing, I still find myself tormented by the thought of it. I have no faith. None, not even in my senses, especially not in my rationalizations. I need to trust, but before I can I'd have to give up my struggle... That is not in my composition.
They string me to the gallows
Put a hood up over my face
And keep telling me
Soon I will leave this place
I'm sure that it would be annoying having everything in a constant state of perfection, but I'd bet that that imperfection of perfection would provide relief.
An ordinary man's good qualities could become crushing accusations against a guilty man. - Camus
According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out that it was the former that had condemned me. - Camus
Do you truly cherish these earthly things? - Camus
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself... I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hatred. - Camus
I have just finished The Stranger once again. This is the fourth reading and yet again I feel the lucid reflection of myself in Mersault. I have changed my life in so many ways, but my outlook on death has yet to diverge from Camus'. No matter how often I detect that delivate connection to all things and realize that death ends nothing, I still find myself tormented by the thought of it. I have no faith. None, not even in my senses, especially not in my rationalizations. I need to trust, but before I can I'd have to give up my struggle... That is not in my composition.
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