Am urmele unui trecut care, nu numai că e mort, ca orice trecut, dar care n-a transmis nimic epocilor care au venit după el. Trecut fără urmaşi. - Mircea Eliade

The joy of life is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the world.

The perspective changes completely when the sense of the religiousness of the Cosmos becomes lost. This is what occurs when, in certain more highly evolved societies, the intellectual élites progressively detach themselves from the patterns of the traditional religion. Periodical sanctification of cosmic time then proves useless and without meaning. The gods are no longer accessible through the cosmic rhythms. The religious meaning of the repetition of paradigmatic gestures is forgotten. But repetition emptied of its religious content necessarily leads to a pessimistic vision of existence. When it is no longer a vehicle for reintegrating a primordial situation, and hence for recovering the mysterious presence of the gods, that is, when it is desacralized, cyclic time becomes terrifying; it is seen as a circle forever turning on itself, repeating itself to infinity.

Nu-ţi dai seama ce copleşitor lucru e să simţi, câteodată, că timpul ţi-a luat-o înainte, că n-ai făcut anumite lucruri esenţiale la vremea lor şi că ai să te trezeşti într-o bună zi singur, îmbătrânit, incapabil de a mai repara ceva. Căci ceea ce mă apăsa mai mult în după-amiaza aceea era sentimentul ireparabilului. A trecut ceva, a trecut, şi eu n-am băgat de seamă... E cumplit să-ţi dai seama de asta...