Excerpt from Henry Miller’s book Sexus (The Rosy Crucifixion #1) 1962, page 31
“But if your heart is breaking with joy—well, it’s a bit boring, don’t you know. Tears are easier to put up with than joy. Joy is destructive: it makes others uncomforta…
Excerpt from Henry Miller’s book Sexus (The Rosy Crucifixion #1) 1962, page 31
“But if your heart is breaking with joy—well, it’s a bit boring, don’t you know. Tears are easier to put up with than joy. Joy is destructive: it makes others uncomfortable. ‘Weep and you weep alone’—what a lie that is! Weep and you will find a million crocodiles to weep with you. The world is forever weeping. The world is drenched in tears. Laughter, that’s another thing. Laughter is momentary—it passes. But joy, joy is a kind of ecstatic bleeding, a disgraceful sort of supercontentment which overflows from every pore of your being. You can’t even make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn’t. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood and communicated. To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts” (Miller, p. 31).
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“Aphorisms for Anatolia”
A human is an unknown quality and quantity.
Depending on the perspective, one’s humanity is reasonable in the afternoon, visceral in the evening, and contrite in the morning.
One mistake that humanity has made is that they have agreed they are civilized.
Humans work in cities and cities dwell in humans.
For all of their great potential, machines are the caterpillar to the humans’ butterfly.
The human voice echoes, the city dampens.
The human mind seeks the warmth of the womb from the city, something which nature refused to give.
The city provides humans with the false sense of the womb; nature provides the dirt in which to bury that false sense.
Nature has forests, oceans, and mountains; humans have cities, nuclear power plants, and universities.
Humans need tools in order to create, whereas nature needs only itself.
Humans need the complexities of language to describe their experiences, whereas nature is the experience.
In nature, there is a calm before a storm; for humans, this is called religion.
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