I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future . . . I felt myself to be, for an unknown period of time, an abstract perceiver of the world.
Jorge Luis BorgesA man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
Jorge Luis BorgesI ask of any God, of any gods, that if they give immortality, I hope to be granted oblivion also.
Jorge Luis BorgesNothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
Jorge Luis Borges