And all this culture, all this art, was simply a trick. It allowed us to pretend that human beings were noble, intelligent creatures who'd left their animal past behind them long ago and had evolved into something finer, something purer; that because they could write like angels they were angels. But this art was just a screen that hid the ugly truth -- that we were still the same creatures who had cut into the warm bellies of the animals we'd killed with sharpened stones and vented our anger on the weak with frenzied blows of a blunt club.
Gordon ReeceDeath and horror are always near us. The challenge is to get on with our lives and be happy when we can always see them out of the corner of our eye, blurred, but still recognisable in the background.
Gordon ReeceMots clés death
Tudo o que me ocorria era que, por mais intimidade que tenhamos com alguém, há limites, barreiras entre nós que não podemos mesmo ultrapassar, coisas que nos tocam tão fundo que não podem ser partilhadas com mais ninguém. Talvez seja o que não podemos partilhar com os outros o que verdadeiramente nos define.
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