curiously, i’d never looked back nostalgically on a world. I’ve never felt the desire to live in a past period. I can’t cut myself adrift from our current potential resources, from the current possibilities for finding material in books, for shattered ideals, for the sedimentation of horror, for erudite cruelty, for research, for science, for clarity.
Having become so rare, never before has the sight of nature on the earth been so poignant.
Never before were the natural languages so revealed to themselves in their involuntary substance.
Never has the past been so extensive and the light deeper and more chilling. A mountain light or the light of the abyss. Never has the terrain been so dramatic.