To ask
To ask "Why is there what there is?" is to ask "Why was there what there was?"
Labels: thought
But love—don't we all talk a great deal of nonsense about it? What does one mean?... It's only a story one makes up in one's mind about another person, and one knows all the time it isn't true. Of course one knows; why, one's always taking care not to destroy the illusion.
—Virginia Woolf
—Virginia Woolf
Monday, July 16, 2018
