What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in things that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.
Blaise Pascal
Still struggling with fatigue and brain-fog, but this quote from my reading last night struck me and I wanted to share it.
“…of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace…” Love that line. “…seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in the things that are…” This one I need to ponder some more…
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