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And yet, and yet … Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations.
Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad.
Time is the substance I am made of.
Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.
excerpt from Essay : “A New Refutation of Time,” 1946
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