My bright abyss pdf

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That is the secret of all culture: it does not provide artificial limbs, wax noses or spectacles—that which can provide these things is, rather, only sham education. Culture is liberation, the removal of all the weeds, rubble and vermin that want to attack the tender buds of the plant. That educating philosopher of whom I dreamed would, I came to think, not only discover the central force, he would also know how to prevent its acting destructively on the other forces: his educational task would, it seemed to me, be to mould the whole man into a living solar and planetary system and my bright abyss pdf understand its higher laws of motion.

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone. There exists in the world a single path along which no one can go except you: whither does it lead? Do not ask, go along it. There exists no more repulsive and desolate creature in the world than the man who has evaded his genius and who now looks furtively to left and right, behind him and all about him. In the end such a man becomes impossible to get hold of, since he is wholly exterior, without kernel: a tattered, painted bag of clothes. I am utterly amazed, utterly enchanted!

Even though the divergencies are admittedly tremendous, they are due more to the difference in time, culture, and science. Incidentally, I am not at all as well as I had hoped. Eternal change of atmospheric conditions! Already six severe attacks of two or three days each.