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...it sticks between the teeth of the mind...Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Misery
Happiness, he tells himself, teaches one nothing. Misery, on the other hand, steels one for the future. Misery is a school for the soul. From the waters of misery one emerges on the far bank purified, strong, ready to take up again the challenges of a life of art. Yet misery does not feel a purifying bath. On the contrary, it feels like a pool of dirty water. From each new bout of misery he emerges not brighter and stronger but duller and flabier. How does it actually work, the cleasing action that misery is reputed to have? Has he not swum deep enough?
posted by marco venutto 6:11 AM 
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