"Our early youth is like a flower at dawn with a lovely dewdrop in its cup, harmoniously and pensively reflecting everything that surrounds it. But soon the sun rises over the horizon, and the dewdrop evaporates; with it vanish the fantasies of life, and now it becomes a question whether or not man is able to produce -by his own efforts as does the nereum - a drop that may represent the fruit of his life."
---Soren Kierkegaard in Either/Or
No comments:
Post a Comment