Eros. Why does the sight of the beautiful call eros into life? Why does the spectacle of the hideous strangle desire? Does intercourse with the beautiful elevate us, make better people of us. or is it by embracing the diseased, the mutilated, the repulsive that we improve ourselves?
I am sorry it is so complicated, but that is how we human beings are, complicated, each in our own unique way……A topsy-turvy world, isn't it? But it's the only one we have.
Passion: foreign territority; a comical but unavoidable affliction like mumps, that one hopes to undergo while still young, in one of its milder, less ruinous varieties, so as not to catch it more seriously later on. Dogs in the grip of passion coupling, hapless grins on their faces, their tongues hanging out.
In the razing of cities, the pillage of treasure, the slaughter of innocents, in all that reckless destruction, he begins to detect a certain wisdom, as though at its deepest level history knows what it is doing. Down with the old, make way for the new!
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