Almost at the beginning of Muriel Spark's The Comforters (1957) -at a point where the novel is already showing an interesting and unexpected switch-, Mervyn speaks to Louise: "(...) You have the instinct for unity, for coordinating the inconsistent elements of experience; you have the passion for picking up the idle phenomena of life and piecing them together (...)".
Exactly... .
Exactly.
What good life might be if all the mistakes you make don't really have a purpose? What if all disjointed pieces of experience cannot be put together? What is life good for then? What is you good for?
It comes to me that this blog is about that: a breath-in pipe yearning for meaning after all. Though wrong, here it is my instinct speaking against nihilism, against emptiness. Mervyn words are just a comforting suggestion.
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Exactly... .
Exactly.
What good life might be if all the mistakes you make don't really have a purpose? What if all disjointed pieces of experience cannot be put together? What is life good for then? What is you good for?
It comes to me that this blog is about that: a breath-in pipe yearning for meaning after all. Though wrong, here it is my instinct speaking against nihilism, against emptiness. Mervyn words are just a comforting suggestion.
(PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR COMMENT).
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