The last day will be so imperceptible, that we shall not notice its dawn or its twilight, or the last night. Perhaps the last day he���s passed, unnoticed? Maybe we live in the twenty-fifth hour.
Is the world around us a sad epilogue to reality? Is this world the entrance gate to nothingness?
The world must end because it is intolerable. The prophets proclaim the end of the world so as to cause it.
Empty shells of a once burning hope.
Mine was a life without religion, and is this not, after all, a definition of philosophy? ��� I am a failure, because I live philosophy. Which is to say that philosophy is my life.
Vilem Flusser
Published on February 21, 2019 05:59