I do not know what lies beyond our mortal lives, but that it is something hilariously ironic can be discerned in the smug grin of the human skull.
Wisdom is regret dressed in its finest livery.
Objectivity: a tool that makes itself available when we are too dispassionate to care.
“The stars do not brush against us, thus they conserve their splendor.” (Baltasar Gracian)
Words of wisdom to be heeded by Romantics everywhere.
“All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” (Dante)
Would that this warning had been placed at the gates of life rather than those of hell.
I often wonder if the abyss that returns my gaze is more frightened of me than I am of it.
I was staunchly opposed to my existence until some dastardly and sophistic reproductive processes hoodwinked me into being.