Real solitude implies a painful intermission in man’s life, a lonely struggle with the angel of death. To live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. The only surprise in solitude is death. The great solitaries retreated from the world not to prepare themselves for life but, rather, to await with resignation its end.
(Source: heteroglossia, via repetition-is-holy)
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