Those who write under the spell of inspiration, for whom thought is an expression of their organic nervous disposition, do not concern themselves with unity and systems. Such concerns, contradictions, and facile paradoxes indicate an impoverished and insipid life. Only great and dangerous contradictions betoken a rich spiritual life because only they constitute a mode of realization for life's abundant flow.
(translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston, On the Heights of Despair)
I think of you, my friend,
on your great height:
so stood Icarus
poised for flight
You have only
inspiration
and words
that catch fire
Your only safety
is in that fire:
you shall burn
and know life.
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