seldom do i quote. until i quote a seldomly seen quotable quote.
"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."
-e. e. cummings
what struck me the most was... who on earth was e.e. cummings? so i did my wikipedia research. tada.
i was stumbling to kill time, and this time i stumbled upon the works of e. e. cummings. interesting to a certain point. rather than lead you to the link where i got the stuff, i think it more cool to just post it all here. and the credit goes to e. e. cummings.
"the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for most people - it's no use trying to pretend that most people and ourselves are alike. most people have less in common with ourselves than the squareroot of minusone. you and i are human beings; most people are snobs. take the matter of being born. what does being born mean to most people? catastrophe unmitigated. social revolution. the cultured aristocrat yanked out of his hyperexclusively ultravoluptuous super-palazzo, and dumped into an incredibly vulgar detention camp swarming with every conceivable species of undesireable organism. most people fancy a guaranteed birthproof safetysuit of nondestructible selflessness. if most people were to be born twice they'd improbably call it dying. you and i are not snobs. we can never be born enough. we are human beings; for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery, the mystery of growing; the mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. you and i wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included. life,for most people, simply isn't. take the so called standard of living. what do most people mean by "living"? they don't mean living. they mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. if science could fail, a mountain's a mammal. most people's wives can spot a genuine delusion of embryonic omnipotence immediately and will accept no subsitutes. luckily for us, a mountain is a mammal.... "
-e. e. cummings
up to this point i could vaguely see what he meant. and i do not have the will to try to understand what he really meant. i understand his situation. not to convey an idea, but to write. just write something. a so called art.
yes i was also referring to myself.
"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."
-e. e. cummings
what struck me the most was... who on earth was e.e. cummings? so i did my wikipedia research. tada.
i was stumbling to kill time, and this time i stumbled upon the works of e. e. cummings. interesting to a certain point. rather than lead you to the link where i got the stuff, i think it more cool to just post it all here. and the credit goes to e. e. cummings.
"the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for most people - it's no use trying to pretend that most people and ourselves are alike. most people have less in common with ourselves than the squareroot of minusone. you and i are human beings; most people are snobs. take the matter of being born. what does being born mean to most people? catastrophe unmitigated. social revolution. the cultured aristocrat yanked out of his hyperexclusively ultravoluptuous super-palazzo, and dumped into an incredibly vulgar detention camp swarming with every conceivable species of undesireable organism. most people fancy a guaranteed birthproof safetysuit of nondestructible selflessness. if most people were to be born twice they'd improbably call it dying. you and i are not snobs. we can never be born enough. we are human beings; for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery, the mystery of growing; the mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. you and i wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included. life,for most people, simply isn't. take the so called standard of living. what do most people mean by "living"? they don't mean living. they mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. if science could fail, a mountain's a mammal. most people's wives can spot a genuine delusion of embryonic omnipotence immediately and will accept no subsitutes. luckily for us, a mountain is a mammal.... "
-e. e. cummings
up to this point i could vaguely see what he meant. and i do not have the will to try to understand what he really meant. i understand his situation. not to convey an idea, but to write. just write something. a so called art.
yes i was also referring to myself.