Quote of the month

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Continuing a bit on yesterday's topic, this month's quote talks about the extremes of freedom:

"La liberté, surtout quand elle est le rêve du prisonnier, ne peut supporter de limites. Elle est le crime ou elle n'est plus la liberté."

Marquis de Sade

And even though it strays from the topic (yes I know I'm very bad at staying on topic, just deal with it), here is another quote from the Marquis de Sade which I love due to its "screw the world" type of tone (despite everything he stands for, I actually like the Marquis de Sade...or in any case I like the attitude he takes when it comes to standing up for his beliefs):

"Ma façon de penser, dites-vous, ne peut être approuvée. Eh, que m'importe! Bien fou est celui qui adopte une façon de penser pour les autres! Ma façon de penser est le fruit de mes reflexions; elle tient à mon existence, à mon organisation. Je ne suis pas le maître de la changer; je le serais, que je ne le ferais pas. Cette façon de penser que vous blâmez fait l'unique consolation de ma vie; elle allège toutes mes peines en prison et j'y tiens plus qu'à la vie. Ce n'est point ma façon de penser qui a fait mon malheur, c'est celle des autres."

Monument in the memory of Pasolini

I feel myself slipping. On the board of insanity, the abyss lying at my feet, I slowly drift towards the dark confines of my mind. This macabre obsession, continuously unearthing skeletons from the dark pages of history, seamlessly absorbs the words of devious spirits and little by little becomes one of them. A man who writes a script about cannibalism, is he horrified or fascinated by it? By criticizing society and its absurdities do we rise above it or do we fall into the pit of hypocrisy? Touching the fine line between solid ground and a freefall jump, exhilaration runs through my veins. I try to prolong the feeling for as long as possible before it fades away and the mundane world takes back its place. I like to toy with the idea of crossing the line, of going past the point of no return. But that will not happen. Not tonight. For now, I remain irrevocably sane.

“Tatal lui era un prof de filozofie. In viata mea nu am vazut un om atat de trist.”