I love life, but not because it's pretty...


"I love life. But I don't love life because it is pretty. Prettiness is only clothes-deep. I am a truer lover than that. I love it naked. There is beauty to me even in its ugliness. In fact, I deny the ugliness entirely, for it's vices are often nobler than its virtues, and nearly always closer to a revelation...

"To me, the tragic alone has that significant beauty which is truth. It is the meaning of life - and the hope. The noblest is eternally the most tragic. The people who succeed and do not push on to a greater failure are the spiritual middle-classers. Their stopping at success is the proof of their compromising insignificance. How petty their dreams must have been!"

~Eugene O'Neill

(These words cheer me on so strongly in the face of the difficulties I'm facing right now. Thank you Mr. O'Neill for finding the voice to utter these truths.)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Boo.
Well, my body is warm so I guess that means I'm still among the living.
Ha! Ha!
4am. here. HAH! No one is on the computer.
Can't believe it's been since Nov.
Did catch the computer free last month but couldn't log in to bravenet since my isp email was turned off.
Dang, Dad is up and wanting his computer.
Hope you have a GREAT DAY.
bb
Wednesday, April 18, 2007 2:04:00 AM
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