I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?
Soren KierkegaardWhich is more difficult, to awaken one who sleeps or to awaken one who, awake, dreams that he is awake?
Soren KierkegaardAbout as genuine as tea made from a bit of paper which once lay in a drawer beside another piece of paper which had been used to wrap up a few tea leaves from which tea had already been made three times.
Soren Kierkegaard