Yes, of the kind which men attain!
Who dares the child’s true name in public mention?
The few, who thereof something really learned,
Unwisely frank, with hearts that spurned concealing,
And to the mod laid bare each thought and feeling,
Have evermore been crucified and burned.
– Goethe. Faust
Nothing remains to be held…
” It happens, sometimes, that things are too much.
I get that.
What I don’t get is: how one barrels through.
Where does that strength come from?
How is it fed?
And if it doesn’t appear on command, how does one hold on, waiting?
Everything is collapsing.
By definition, that means: nothing remains to be held. ”
via Lessig Blog, v2.
Time – Johnathan Swift
Ever eating, never cloying,
All devouring, all destroying.
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.