sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Long weekend

Gasping for breath whilst skimming deeply through "The unbearable lightness of being"

"Sabina was unaware of the goal that lay behind her longing to betray. The unbearable lightness of being - was that the goal?"


" 'Idle' she writes 'to imagine falling in love as a correspondence of minds, of thoughts; it is a simultaneous firing of two spirits engaged in the autonomous act of growing up. And the sensation is of something having noiselessly exploded inside each of them.

Around this event, dazed and preoccupied, the lover moves examining his or her own experience; his gratitude alone, stretching away towards the mistaken donor, creates the illusion that he/she communicates with their fellow, but this is false.
The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two ideas compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors' "


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