” …for a man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it”
There is a mode of tremulous disturbance with which we walk onwards, backwards, forward and inward unto ourselves.
There are intermediate times whilst on these paths of possibility, we encounter fear in its most basic forms. Fear is the preface of a form in existence.
When fear is inlandish…from whence is the initiation point signaling the end?
From whence do we blind ourselves, shelter our eyes and mind…to the reality that signals existence?
“He really goes further, and reaches faith; for all these caricatures of faith, the miserable lukewarm indolence which thinks, ‘There sure is no instant need, it is not worth while sorrowing before the time,’ the pitiful hope which says, ‘One cannot know what is going to happen…it might possibly be after all’ – these caricatures of faith are part and parcel of life’s wretchedness, and the infinite resignation has already consigned them to infinite contempt.”
“…with infinite resignation he has drained the cup of life’s profound sadness, he knows the bliss of the infinite, he senses the pain of renouncing everything, the dearest things he possesses in the world and yet finiteness tastes to him just as good as to one who never knew anything higher, for his continuance in the finite did not bear a trace of the cowed and fearful spirit produced by the process of training…”
” He resigned everything infinitely, and then he grasped everything again by virtue of the absurd.”
“In the infinite resignation there is peace and rest; every man who wills it, who has not abased himself by scorning himself (which is still more dreadful than being proud), can train himself to make this movement which in its pain reconciles one with existence.”
More to Come in Piece II…
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