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" "Apart from the fact there is no normal standard of health, nobody has proved that man is necessarily cheerful by nature. And further, man, by the very fact of being man, of possessing consciousness, is, in comparison with the ass or the crab, a diseased animal. Consciousness is a disease.
Miguel de Unamuno y Jugo (29 September 1864 – 31 December 1936) was a Spanish essayist, novelist, poet, playwright and philosopher.
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Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope. Give us leave to live! The eternity that is like an eternal present, without memory and without hope, is death. Thus do ideas exist in the God-Idea, but not thus do men live in the living God, in the God-Man.
...as the great Unitarian preacher Channing pointed out, that in France and Spain there are multitudes who have proceeded from rejecting Popery to absolute atheism, because "the fact is, that false and absurd doctrines, when exposed, have a natural tendency to beget skepticism in those who receive them without reflection. None are so likely to believe too little as those who have begun by believing too much." Here is, indeed, the terrible danger of believing too much. But no! the terrible danger comes from another quarter — from seeking to believe with the reason and not with the life.
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Esta es la revelación de la eternidad, Orfeo, de la terrible eternidad. Cuando el hombre se queda a solas y cierra los ojos al porvenir, al ensueño, se le revela el abismo pavoroso de la eternidad. La eternidad no es porvenir. Cuando morimos nos da la muerte media vuelta en nuestra órbita y emprendemos la marcha hacia atrás, hacia el pasado, hacia lo que fue. Y así, sin término, devanando la madeja de nuestro destino, deshaciendo todo el infinito que en una eternidad nos ha hecho, caminando a la nada, sin llegar nunca a ella, pues que ella nunca fue.