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He had gotten to the point where he could list down his nourishments:

  • literary scenes
  • natural growth
  • objects
  • colors
  • ideas with points to them
  • ideas with weight to them
  • odd things that creep into conversations
  • contmeplation on what one works on
  • readings in the sacred books, political theory, history, and philosophy

Of course, there were the de-nourishments:

  • those whose eyes are better fit to kill than to nourish
  • those who have made disillusionment a personal cross without any possibility of redemption: these types turn everything into crap.
  • persons who have delusions of granduer
  • those whose lives announce they are in this world for one reason only; to cram theselves with as much vulgar happinenss as possible.
  • any breed of animal that lumbers happily toward Hell
  • over-confident people

Always have that humbleness which is all fire inside of it; fire that knows its own fate.

So one is obligated to suffer in silence in deadening occupations if for no other reason then to rub among as many heads and shoulders as is practible. A man born in a democracy is obligated to do this. He must enter the realm of work, put aside his foolish dreams. Sad business, this democracy.


David Eide
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