When considering the end…

“There is a place where we are always alone with our own mortality, where we must simply have something greater than ourselves to hold onto – God or history or politics or literature or a belief in the healing power of love, or even righteous anger. Sometimes I think they are all the same. A reason to believe, a way to take the world by the throat and insist that there is more to this life than we have ever imagined.” – Dorothy Allison


From: “The Tragic Fallacy” by J.W. Krutch

“Like the belief in love and like most of the other mighty illusions by means of which human life has been give a value, the Tragic Fallacy depends ultimately upon the assumption which man so readily makes that something outside his own being, some “spirit not himself”: – be it God, Nature, or that still vaguer thing called the  Moral Order – joins him in the emphasis which he places upon this or that and confirms him in his feeling that his passions and his opinions are important. When his instinctive faith in the correspondence between the outer and inner world fade, his grip upon the faith that sustained him fades also, and Love Or Tragedy or what not ceases to be the reality which it was because he is never strong enough in his own insignificant self to stand alone in a universe which snubs him with its indifference.” – Joseph Wood Krutch

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