Gently he grasped the copper handle of the door – the warmth of the mountains, woods, rivers and valleys, would discover the hidden depths of human existence, would finally understand that the unbreakable ties that bound him to the world were not imprisoning chains and condemnation but a kind of clinging to an indestructible sense that he had a home; and he would discover the enormous joys of mutuality which embraced and animated everything: rain, wind, sun and snow, the flight of a bird, the taste of fruit, the scent of grass; and he would suspect that his anxieties and bitterness were merely cumbersome ballast required by the live roots of his past and the rising airship of his certain future, and, then – he started opening the door – he would finally know that our every moment is passed in a procession across dawns and day’s-ends of the orbiting earth, across successive waves of winter and summer, threading the planets and the stars. Suitcase in hand, he stepped into the room and stood there blinking in the half-light.
― László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance. Translated by George Szirtes. (New Directions Publishing, June 2002) (via Alive on All Channels)
Notes:
- DK Photo @ 6:20 am yesterday morning @ Cove Island Park. More photos from yesterday’s walk here.
- Quote: Thank you Beth via Alive on All Channels
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.
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gosh, I thought this was a translation from a German original….. I’ve never, in my whole life, seen a phrase this long; unless it was in German in – what we call a Schachtelsatz – think of Russian puppets but language wise.
Laughing. Good.
I agree with Kiki, and would add that sometimes some of these philosopher types make life more complicated than it needs to be. Life can be beautiful if we keep it simple. That seems to be getting harder and harder to do.
It is beautiful…all of it.
Something about this made me tear up… The book is going to the top of my TBR. And the photo… perhaps my favourite photo you’ve ever posted. Thanks for sharing, DK.
Thank you Laila!
Same reaction to the post, Laila. I thought it was just me!
Kindred spirits <3
Funny how literature writing is so long winded. I could easily shorten it by “thank goodness, I can relax now.”
Laughing…
He could give Virginia Woolfe a run for her money!
However, it is so beautiful.
Agree!
These thoughts are beautiful – and forgiving. For those of us that have a hard time seeing the magic of moments that are fleeting if gone unnoticed – thank you for the reminder
Yes. Well said Mimi. Thank you.