But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.
In the life of the spirit there is no ending that is not a beginning.
Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.'
The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.
Everybody has a world, and that world is completely hidden until we begin to inquire. As soon as we do, that entire world opens to us and yields itself. And you see how full and complex it is.
We've pitched and even begun development on a number of fantasy worlds that have never seen the light of day. All of those worlds... It's soul-crushing to see them sputter out, one by one. Lost. Like tears. In rain.
There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.
We come to beginnings only at the end.
Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
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