Thursday, November 26, 2009

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

-This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. But if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. This very heart which is mine will forever remain undefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. FOREVER, I shall be a STRANGER to myself.
-Albert Camus


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