В этом мире я только прохожий,Ты махни мне веселой рукой.
У осеннего месяца тоже
Свет ласкающий, тихий такой.
В первый раз я от месяца греюсь,
В первый раз от прохлады согрет,
И опять и живу и надеюсь
На любовь, которой уж нет.
Я ведь всего только и хотел – попытаться жить тем, что само рвалось из меня наружу. Почему же это было так трудно?...
Кто я? Что я? Только лишь мечтатель,
Throughout the whole range of our life we do things without knowing why we do them, we believe things without knowing why we believe them, we assert things without knowing what right we have to assert them, — or, at most, it is because some book or some Brahmin enjoins it, because Shankara thinks it, or because someone has so interpreted something that he asserts to be a fundamental Scripture of our religion.
Logic? But Truth is not logical; it contains logic, but is not contained by it. A particular syllogism may be true, so far as it goes, covering a sharply limited set of facts, but even a set of syllogisms cannot exhaust truth on a general subject, for the simple reason that they necessarily ignore a number of equally valid premises, facts or possibilities which support a modified or contrary view. If one could arrive first at a conclusion, then at its exact opposite and, finally, harmonize the contradiction, one might arrive at some approach to the truth. But this is a process logic abhors. Its fundamental conception is that two contradictory statements cannot be true at the same time and place and in the same circumstances. Now, Fact and Nature and God laugh aloud when they hear the logician state his fundamental conception. For the universe is based on the simultaneous existence of contradictions covering the same time, place and circumstances.