[M]an is fulfilling the purpose of existence who no longer needs to have any purpose except to live. That is to say, who is content. – Ludwig Wittgenstein [see Dostoyevsky]
Surely all art is the result of ones having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. – Rainer Maria Rilke
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile? – Albert Camus
