Were I a good person
a nice person
a fun person
I wouldn't dream such dreams
I wouldn't cry such tears
I woudn't have to run
I could be laughing too
I wouldn't cry such tears
I woudn't have to run
I could be laughing too
Touch the sky.
Such a darkness
such a silence
such a loneliness
I rarely feel when on my own
I never stand when I'm alone.
Yet, there, in the midst of it all
so close to everyone
I took off, on my own
I embarked on a dream
to that same place
there, in the midst of it all
so close to everyone
but I right there
not dreaming
but living.
Such a darkness
such a silence
such a loneliness
for it was all a dream
and one can not
dream but alone.
We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say, events the reasonableness of which we do not understand). The more we try to explain such events in history reasonably, the more unreasonable and incomprehensible do they become to us.
Each man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance.
...
A king is history's slave.
Though Napoleon at that time, in 1812, was more convinced than ever that it depended on him, verser (ou ne pas verser) le sang de ses peuples--as Alexander expressed it in the last letter he wrote him--he had never been so much in the grip of inevitable laws, which compelled him, while thinking that he was acting on his own volition, to perform for the hive life--that is to say, for history--whatever had to be performed.
Each man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance.
...
A king is history's slave.
Though Napoleon at that time, in 1812, was more convinced than ever that it depended on him, verser (ou ne pas verser) le sang de ses peuples--as Alexander expressed it in the last letter he wrote him--he had never been so much in the grip of inevitable laws, which compelled him, while thinking that he was acting on his own volition, to perform for the hive life--that is to say, for history--whatever had to be performed.
Lev Tolstoi. War And Peace.
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