The End of Time Has Just Begun.

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Charles Bukowski, “no title,” from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

There is a human being, a way of being human, not insanely, in which an innocence and purity toward the world, if not exactly a mature love, allows an evenness in it or readiness for it that would not understand the exclusive or compressed stake in a best case; a being for whom any object might be as good as any other, in a world in which any might be loaded. This is the way of the clown, especially in his photogenesis, in what becomes of him on film, particularly in the figures of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. No case of externality is best for them because every case is best; this world is best, since no other is imaginable. This one is imaginable.

Stanley Cavell - The Claim of Reason: Wittgenstein, Skepticism, Morality, and Tragedy

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