On The Good Life
The date which the chisel engraves in the tablet, and which is recorded in the parochial registers, is later than our own death; we are already dead when nothing touches us, neither a word nor a yearning nor a memory. I know that I am not dead.
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Palace” (via contextfreeborges)
Beyond my anxiety and beyond this writing
the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
Jorge Luis Borges, “Poem Written in a Copy of Beowulf” (via contextfreeborges)

skeptv:

Why Is Kissing So Much Fun?

There’s nothing like a good kiss. There’s also nothing like a bad kiss. But why do we kiss in the first place? It’s such an odd activity, yet 90% of all people do it. Laci joins Anthony in search of the answer.

via DNews Channel.


futureoffilm:

'The Way, Way Back,' 'Don Jon' And New Distribution Strategies
Il n’y a pas de soleil sans ombre, et il faut connaître la nuit.
Albert Camus, Le Mythe de Sisyphe (via iamlordfancypants)
Humanity is so wonderously strange… Who else could build a ship that floats, while sinking itself?
Allen Wolfsen (Advancing Enlightenment)
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Anatole France (via sophianism)
Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.
Confucius (via sophianism)
To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize.
Voltaire (1694–1778)