Charles Cowling

 

 

“For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad of tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves … I would like to hold buy cialis online 1 them back, but I know that, if I succeeded in stopping one, there would only remain in my hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.”

 

John-Paul Sartre

 

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Evelyn Temple
8 years ago

Thoughts are a bit like that too.