There’re many things we don’t really know. It’s an illusion that we know anything at all. If a group of aliens were to stop me and ask, “Say, bud, how many miles an hour does the earth spin at the equator?” I’d be in a fix. Hell, I don’t even know why Wednesday follows Tuesday. I’d be an intergalactic joke
Haruki MurakamiThe end of the race is just a temporary marker without much significance. It’s the same with our lives. Just because there’s an end doesn’t mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.
Haruki MurakamiThat’s what it felt like. Passed through is the only way I can express it. Like my body had passed clean through a stone wall. At what exact point I felt like I’d made it through, I can’t recall, but suddenly I noticed I was already on the other side. I was convinced I’d made it through. I don’t know about the logic or the process or the method involved—I was simply convinced of the reality that I’d passed through.
After that, I didn’t have to think anymore. Or, more precisely, there wasn’t the need to try to consciously think about not thinking. All I had to do was go with the flow and I’d get there automatically. If I gave myself up to it, some sort of power would naturally push me forward.
It’s as if loosening that knot I’d never noticed before had slackened my interest along with it. At the same time that I’d lost something, something new had also taken root deep within me.
Haruki MurakamiIt was like a tight knot inside me was gradually loosening, a knot I’d never even realized, until then, was there.
Haruki MurakamiYou let something out of the bag before yourself knew what it was all about
Haruki MurakamiWhen a vacuum forms, something has to come along to fill it
Haruki MurakamiTruth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths
Haruki MurakamiPeople have to pay a price for the gifts they are given
Haruki MurakamiLa muerte no se opone a la vida, la muerte está incluida en nuestra vida. Es una realidad. Mientras vivimos, vamos criando la muerte al mismo tiempo.
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