FINTAN’S FOLLY

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“When an individual experiences the dread of death, we really have the strange, and even ludicrous, spectacle of the lord of the worlds, who fills everything with his true nature, and through whom alone everything that is has its existence, in despair and afraid of perishing, of sinking into the abyss of eternal nothingness; whereas, in truth, everything is full of him, and there is no place where he would not be, no being in whom he would not live, for existence does not support him, but he existence. Yet it is he who despairs in the individual who suffers the dread of death, since he is exposed to the illusion, produced by the principium individuationis, that his existence is limited to the being that is now dying. This illusion is part of the heavy dream into which he, as will-to-live, has fallen”- Arthur Schopenhauer, “The World as Will and Representation, volume 2

FINTAN’S FOLLY

“Waiting for day to end- unnoticed,

it already had; a billion times, to grate again,

and smote from clay the dead, new clad

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in semblance of what went before,

or so to render through in thought,

as sequence and remembrance, bore

to tender fruit from seed, men wrought

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in shapes and situations, most

familiar seeming, from the mire,

that gaping, fits the nation with

a teeming host, it drapes entire

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As if were never shod the same,

nor wearied of the faery dance,

whatever gods the steering claim

are there, besot with circumstance”