“Why this curse on some of us who can never feel at ease anywhere, neither in the sun nor out of it, neither with men nor without them? To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life. Knowledge is the plague of life, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.
Is it not tragic to be man, that perpetually dissatisfied animal suspended between life and death?”
--Emil Cioran
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