amidst the madness and stress bombs bulldozing through me every work-day, one phrase is resonating:
Nothingness may well have been more convenient
Emil Cioran is right, nothingness is more convenient, probably. But this last week has thrown me back on the toiling brain-path and its steep and the rewards aren't physical and much less often monetary but the rewards are gifts to the mind, progressions of a personal sort that for me in this brain in this life I fight for and devour and keep on going, creating, climbing-
It is work and it is hard and it is good.
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