In the West I would undoubtedly have been a ‘writer of dark things’, the kind that sounds the horn of pessimism, predicts the end of Europe, the senselessness of human endeavour and of the whole evolution of our species. Here, in this intellectual and economic wreckage, I blow the trumpet of morality and the meaningfulness of our existence.
[Zygmunt Mycielski]
Today’s bit of “Gestures Toward a Theology of Sleep.”
“3. Bertrand Russell once said of Wittgenstein, “He says every morning he begins his work with hope, and every evening he ends in despair.” I’ve always wanted to know, what happened to him at night?”