God, God . . . He’s just a good accountant with an eye on the debit as well as the credit column. There has to be a balance. One life is wasted, another is born . . .
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Jaka to rozkosz, jaka słodycz życia – siedzieć w chłodnym domu, pić herbatę, pogryzać ciasto i czytać. Przeżuwać długie zdania, smakować ich sens, odkrywać nagle w mgnieniu sens głębszy, zdumiewać się nim i pozwalać sobie zastygać z oczami wklejonymi w prostokąt szyby. Herbata stygnie w delikatnej filiżance; nad jej powierzchnią unosi się koronkowy dymek, który znika w powietrzu zostawiając ledwie uchwytny zapach. Sznureczki liter na białej stronie książki dają schronienie oczom, rozumowi, całemu człowiekowi. Okruszki ciasta wysypują się na serwetę, zęby dzwonią leciutko o porcelanę. W ustach zbiera się ślina, bo mądrość jest apetyczna jak drożdżowe ciasto, ożywiająca jak herbata.
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Gdy przepisujemy i cytujemy, budujemy gmach wiedzy i rozmnażamy ją jak moje warzywa czy jabłonki. Przepisywanie jest jak szczepienie drzewa; cytowanie – jak wysiewanie nasion.
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Knowledge that is grown only on the outside changes nothing inside a man, or merely changes him on the surface, as one garment is changed for another. But he who learns by taking things inside himself undergoes constant transformation, because he incorporates what he learns into his being.
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Then for a brief moment he saw everything completely differently. Open space, empty and endless, stretched away in all “directions. Everything within this dead expanse, every living thing was helpless and alone. Things were happening by accident, and when the accident failed, automatic law appeared – the rhythmical machinery of nature, the cogs and pistons of history, conformity with the rules that was rotting from the inside and crumbling to dust. Cold and sorrow reigned everywhere. Every creature was trying to huddle up to something, to cling to something, to things, to each other, but all that resulted was suffering and despair. The quality of what Izydor saw was temporality. Under a colourful outer coating everything was merging in collapse, decay, and destruction.
Tags: time, temporality
When you're traveling you need to take care of yourself to get by, you have to keep an eye on yourself and your place in the world. It means concentrating on yourself, thinking about yourself and looking after yourself. So when you travel all you really encounter is yourself, as if that were the whole point of it. When you're at home you simply are, you don't have to struggle with anything or achieve anything. You don't have to worry about the railways connections, and timetables, you don't need to experience any thrills or disappointments. You can put yourself to one side - and that's when you see the most.
Tags: travel, time, thrills, struggle, self, railways, inspirational, disappointment, beauty
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