Thursday, November 24, 2011


The soul welcomes the passing of the old order and the arrival of the new, yet what is frightening is that the departing order leaves behind it not a child, not an heir, not a niƱo, but a pregnant widow and in between the death of the father and the birth of the child much water will flow by, long nights of chaos and desolation will pass.

When a marvelous new idea is born we do not change our minds at the snap of a finger, we may think we do but the unconscious is still with us. You know the unconscious belongs to the fathers, the mother, the past.

Martin Amis, paraphrasing Alexander Herzen.

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