“The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence rather a condition of it”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
The most beautiful things often make the least sense (thinking of flowers, children’s smiles, long tails on dogs, double rainbows, pi and pie and I could go on and know that some people could argue the sense and sensibility of the above yet I will sing loudly offkey beautifully that it does’t matter one wit. Rationality can only take you so far… It is a very useful servant but as a master it doesn’t even have a health plan. Is a thought of a unicorn a real thought and on what level do our symbols become real to us… All of these potential realities that we feed and water with our thoughts, hopes, prayers and nightmares, which will materialize? Which will we choose?
Blessings, G
Eye of the Night by G A Rosenberg 