But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are.
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The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon (via acynicalcunt)
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In quiet moments do you sometimes feel you are in a mute search for something that’s missing? If so, you are not alone. A great hunger lies across the land. Regardless of age, sex or race, a vague dis-ease-if not outright desperation-pervades. A lot of active seeking with little permanent finding. In our quest most of us chase the rainbows of success, power, prestige or the approval of others. Surely, we reason, what’s just beyond will bring peace and a sense of purpose. But once we have what we thought would do the trick, we find the treasure has eluded us. Regardless of outer pluses too many feel lonely and unloved. Yet we keep on trying to get something from “out there” to still the inner unrest, and we cannot pinpoint what’s amiss.
Nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I came to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren’t alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not.
There is no God, there’s Nature.
