"A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds ...
I say, indeed: "consolation in the nonsentience of nature." For nonsentience is consoling; the world of nonsentience is the world outside human life; it is eternity; "it is the sea gone off with the sun" (Rimbaud).
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I say, indeed: "consolation in the nonsentience of nature." For nonsentience is consoling; the world...
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