Madness string 24256

Random mermaid
Philosophy becomes tortured thinking. Thinking that devours itself — and continues intact and even flourishes, in spite (or perhaps because) of the repeated acts of self-cannibalism. In the passion play of thought, the thinker plays the roles of both protagonist and antagonist. He is both suffering Prometheus and the remorseless eagle who consumes his perpetually regenerated entrails.

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the soft stars that shine at night.