John Myles White: Die Sudelbücher

The tragedy of man is that our desire to be forgiving and moral is always defeated by our rage and our pain. There can be no end to the violence we inflict.

We will live such tragedy in perpetuity.¹

1. Shai Hulud : That Within Blood Ill-Tempered : Ending The Perpetual Tragedy↩

The tragedy of human life often becomes comedy simply because our whole lives could be so radically improved if only a small step was taken to put our inadequacies behind us. Once this is done, we would easily be able to take any steps from that point.

The painful truth is that a man does not feel remorse and then become unhappy, but only feels remorse when he is already unhappy. The man who is growing and succeeding and discovering is too happy to feel remorse for remorse wishes the past were different, but success is far too busy with the present and the future.

The feeling of my life has been one of existential exhaustion: of an absolute desire to give up on combat.

It gives me some small comfort to think that long after the last star in our galaxy has ceased to burn, these words will still wander aimlessly through space burning with rancor.