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Sign of the times: Sophocles on stats. Ecclesiastes chronically depressed for his poor credit rating.

Ramina Grobis has conveniently put some classic reflections together here.

Sophocles:

"Not to be born surpasses all value;
To go back whence we come, as fast as possible,
Is second by far.
When the young creature is born
In ignorance, what blow full of grief is not to be expected?
Who is not caught up into pain?"

Ecclesiastes:

"Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun."

Silenus:

"Suffering creature, born for a day, child of accident and toil, why are you forcing me to say what is the most unpleasant thing for you to hear? The very best thing for you is totally unreachable: not to have been born, not to exist, to be nothing. The second best thing for you, however, is this: to die soon."

But since we're already along for the ride, Epicurus still has the best attitude: a piece of bread, some goat cheese and good friends all carry the day at a modest cost.

by de Gondi (publiobestia aaaatttthotmaildaughtusual) on Wed Apr 15th, 2009 at 12:52:37 PM EST
Me 'n Rimbaud were having a quietly violent swordfight underneath an Enercon E82, debating the value of the young, swords slashing under the swishing rotor.  "E Tu, Altenheim," shouted the soon-to-be dead young poet.  "hunter T. waited a while before he pulled the plug, you precocious effete (see French) snit," i snorted as, being amurkan, i pulled a gun and shot him.  Thus was the debate over the value of life brought to its proper concolusialis.  There were no remittances, though the reminders come from every angle.

Sometimes even the young die old.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Ana´s Nin

by Crazy Horse on Wed Apr 15th, 2009 at 01:54:04 PM EST
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You 'n the tumoured bard should sorta find each other. He had his simple moments, not all that illuminating but nonetheless:

Quand le monde sera réduit en un seul bois noir pour nos
quatre yeux étonnés, - en une plage pour deux enfants fidèles,

  • en une maison musicale pour notre claire sympathie,
  • je vous trouverai.
by de Gondi (publiobestia aaaatttthotmaildaughtusual) on Wed Apr 15th, 2009 at 04:31:07 PM EST
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But i've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

AR

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Ana´s Nin

by Crazy Horse on Wed Apr 15th, 2009 at 05:06:43 PM EST
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