One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.
Jorge Luis BorgesOnce I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.
Jorge Luis BorgesThe gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about.โ Mallarmรฉ repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; โtout aboutit en un livre,โ everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmรฉ speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different.
Jorge Luis Borges