Quotes About Existence

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

Powiedz mi, Tool, o czym myÅ›lisz najcz??ciej? Imass wzruszyÅ' ramionami. – O bezcelowoÅ›ci, przyboczna. – Czy wszyscy Imassowie o niej myÅ›lÄ…? – Nie. WiÄ™kszo?? w ogóle nie myÅ›li. – A to dlaczego? PrzechyliÅ' gÅ'owÄ™. – Dlatego, ?e to bezcelowe, przyboczna.

Darkness was anathema to shadows.

Then we're dead all that much sooner. So it goes.

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom. - The Reve of Fener - Imarak, First Destriant – MoI 657

This is not war. This is…what? Errant save us, I have no answer, no way to describe the magnitude of this slaughter. It is mindless. Blasphemous. As if we have forgotten dignity. Theirs, our own. The word itself. No distinction between innocence and guilt, condemned by mere existence.

Creation demands destruction. Survival demands that something else fails to survive. No existence was truly benign.

the natural force, the core of the struggle to exist is the desire to not just survive, but thrive. And to thrive is to feed on victims, ever more victims...

niegdyÅ› wierzyÅ' nawet w to, ?e nad caÅ'ym bytem panuje wszechmocna, dobroczynna istota. A Å›wierszcze grajÄ… po to, by pomóc nam zasn??. Nie sposób odgadn??, jakie jeszcze gÅ'upoty mogÅ'y siÄ™ zakra?? do jego mÅ'odej, naiwnej gÅ'owy przed tymi wszystkimi tysiÄ…cleciami.

No, in an existence bound with true meaning and purpose, oblivion should ever arrive unexpected, unanticipated and unseen. One moment racing full tilt, the next, gone.

Understand: we exist for the sole purpose of being witness to existence. This and this alone is our collective contribution to all that has been created. We serve to bring existence into being. Without eyes to see, nothing exists.

We have witnessed life's myriad struggles. From the lone creature suffering its last moments to thousands dying in a bleak season. And what have we learned? Only that life is its own purpose. And that, where there is life, there shall be suffering. Has it any meaning? Is existence reason enough?

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom.

None of these visions of creation did more than serve the vanity of those holding them. As if all was made for them; for their eyes to witness, for their wonder to behold. Rint did not believe it. The past had no beginning. Something always existed before, no matter how far back one reached.

The laws are not what they seem. Order is an illusion. It hides its lies in your very eyes, deceiving all they see. Because to see is to change that which is seen. No, none of us will ever see true. We cannot. It is impossible. I give you a life without answers, my children.

He had once believed that all of existence was under the benign control of a caring omnipotence, after all. And crickets exist to sing us to sleep, too. There was no telling what other foolishness might have crept into his young, naive brain all those millennia ago. No longer, of course. Things end. Species die out. Faith in anything else was a conceit, the product of unchained ego, the curse of supreme self-importance.

The body will totter past the dead husk of its soul, sometimes for days, sometimes for years.

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

Being alive... isn't the same as feeling good about it.

We are not all. We are defined within a greater definition, and this greater definition eludes comprehension, because we are lacking. Incapable. Insufficient.

By that argument, is not the opposite equally true? That what we reject ceases. That 'truth' is born in what we seek. That we create in order to believe. That we find only what we have created. That wonder does not exist outside ourselves? By our belief, we create the gods. And so, in turn, we can destroy them. With a single thought. A moment's refusal, an instant's denial.

The existence of many gods conveys true complexity of mortal life. Conversely, the assertion of but one god leads to a denial of complexity, and encourages the need to make the world simple. Not the fault of the god, but a crime committed by its believers.

A celebration of insignificance. Is that all we are in the end?

Choices fall away, without you even noticing, until there are very few left, and you realize that you are nothing but what you are.