Recently, as I was smoothing out my thoughts with a roller crusher, when the hands of the wall clock were engaged in an endless chase between hours and minutes, I had an idea:
“Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.” 1
While I was mulling this over, the tipping pole of my consciousness swung in unexpected directions. Because the alarm went off in the kitchen as a banana forgotten on the stove danced flamenco with the flames.
The world is a theater, and we are the actors who have forgotten their lines. We improvise while the audience of stars and moons smiles at us. Or are they laughing at us? Who knows!
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Rainer Maria Rilke ↩︎