There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.
I think one of the primary themes in my work is the paradox of memory, at once fundamental to our sense of who we are and yet elusive, ever-changing, fragmentary. One way to look at this is to say that, therefore, we ourselves are elusive, ever-changing and fragmentary to ourselves.
The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.
A small, seemingly inconsequential event can determine a life.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
I am in total ecstasy with where my life is now.