The horror of life is the awareness of it. It is predicting and getting it right. It is the feeling according to the expected. Seeing everything happening, with eyes open. Noticing the predictability of things, the infamous futility of the effort, the mediocrity of how much can be achieved. It is living and not simply going on living, because of an irreversible impossibility. To realize that consciousness, once awake, will never sleep again. To be incapable of the blinkered vision that characterizes ordinary people, the healthy lack of perception—in short, the passive acceptance of reality.
The Horror of Life Is the Awareness of It
