Man is a time only, when himself his flesh and spirit are, created and creator, suicidal resurrection; and in every time a wildness and a wiseness, worse than he is, and better—his comedies all vice, his tragedies all horror of vice, his truth a desperation of extremes.
Fulfilment lies, first, in the surrender to risk, to recklessness, refusing caution, proving courage – freedom exploited. Then, in response to ineluctable constraint of time, place, principle, promise, the conscientious compromise of obligation – responsibility acknowledged. This is not a disavowal of character, but a repudiation of vanity.
Allegiance to constraint not originating from one’s own instinctive, intuitive wellspring of inspiration and motivation is misguided at best, fear-born at worst. Fear can never be trusted. It is illusory. Balance lies in the vastness between freedom and responsibility, the fastness between magic and truth. Only with nothing to lose may one risk everything.
À la recherche de licornes. 