“All of this is dream and phantasmagoria, and it matters little whether the dream be of ledger entries or of well-crafted prose. Does dreaming of princesses serve a better purpose than dreaming of the front door to the office? All that we know is our own impression, and all that we are is an exterior impression, a melodrama in which we, the self-aware actors, are also our own spectators, our own gods by permission of some department or other at City Hall.” p. 22
“What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That’s enough for me, or it isn’t enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life.” p. 22
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
It’s amazing, isn’t it? Some friends and I have been known to open the Book of Disquiet as an oracle, like the Romans used the Aeneid or Iranians use Hafez (apparently this is called bibliomancy). Never fails.