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I don't intend to heavy this up, but your insight is fundamentally the same as that of Nietzsche (bar the kick to the common man at the end). Wonderfully expressed, postman;

"Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea – all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.”

Well worth reading, a lot of his stuff, but keep the filters on.

Which book is that quote from?

gjrk wrote:
I don't intend to heavy this up, but your insight is fundamentally the same as that of Nietzsche (bar the kick to the common man at the end). Wonderfully expressed, postman;

"Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea – all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.”

Well worth reading, a lot of his stuff, but keep the filters on.

That does indeed speak to something deeper than the material world, gjrk. It reminded me of the Irish writer and poet George Russell aka A.E. - here is a short extract from 'The Candle of Vision'

For some years my heart was proud, for as the beauty sank into memory it seemed to become a personal possession, and I said "I imagined this" when I should humbly have said, "The curtain was a little lifted that I might see".