“We have art so as not to die from the truth.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
“It contains a little water and a handful of coal, calcium, nitrogen, sulfur, phosphorus, potassium, iron....
Each drop was a raindrop, a snowflake, haze, dew, water, turbidity in the city canal. Each atom of coal or nitrogen was combined into millions of different substances or destroyed these compounds."
“It is so weak that it can be killed by bacteria, which, if magnified 1000 times, will appear to the eye as a dot...
But this is nothing - flesh from the flesh of the sea wave, wind, lightning, sun, Milky Way. This speck of dust is related by blood to an ear of corn, grass, oak, palm tree, chick, lion cub, foal, puppy.
It contains what one feels, sees, suffers, rejoices, loves, hopes, hates, believes, doubts, attracts and repels.
This speck of dust will embrace with thought - stars and oceans, mountains and abysses - everything. What is the content of the soul if not the whole universe, only on a different scale?” -
Janusz Korczak.
Each of us is looking for the meaning of our existence and each of us has to reckon with the fact that he is in this seemingly meaningless universe.
Who am I in this world and what role do I play? I don't have an answer to this question, but it's something that always worries me.
