confessions

“The town of L— represented the earth, with its sorrows and its graves left behind, yet not out of sight, nor wholly forgotten. The ocean, in everlasting but gentle agitation, and brooded over by a dove-like calm, might not unfitly typify the mind and the mood which then swayed it. For it seemed to me as if then first I stood at a distance, and aloof from the uproar of life; as if the tumult, the fever, and the strife, were suspended; a respite granted from the secret burthens of the heart; a sabbath of repose; a resting from human labours. Here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halcyon calm: a tranquility that seemed no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms; infinite activities, infinite repose.”

Thomas de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater (a very very interesting book to read and one of my favorites)

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3 thoughts on “confessions”

    1. 🙂 being tipsy it is optional :)) I am joking.. but, it is up on everybody, what they are doing to have the state of mind they wanna have… in fact in my point of view one just need to open his eyes( in the real meaning), to see what he wanna see…
      … more I see less I know!

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