All human beings were of course unique, and they only discovered that when someone else fell in love with them or when no one ever fell in love with them.

All human beings were of course unique, and they only discovered that when someone else fell in love with them or when no one ever fell in love with them.

If you find life absurd, shouldn’t you find death precisely meaningful?

Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

Besides, whoever keeps the future in front of him and the past at his back is doing something else that's hard to imagine. For the image implies that events somehow already exist in the future, reach the present at a determined moment, and finally come to rest in the past. But nothing exists in the future; it is empty; one might die at any minute. Therefore such a person has his face toward the void, whereas it is the past behind him that is visible, stored in the memory.

That question is too good to spoil with an answer.

But nothing exists in the future; it is empty; one might die at any minute.