"And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges."
full text of the essay (out of: Labyrinths)
http://heavysideindustries.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/borges-a-new-refutation-of-time.pdf
source for today:
https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/09/19/a-new-refutation-of-time-borges/?mc_cid=ddefbb8098&mc_eid=d4633eff0a
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