So I'm often plagued by doubts about my studies. Like, what's the purpose of studying literary battles that took place 174 years ago and which have little relevance today unless you're an academic or a student? (It's the nihilist in me, which recognizes that life has no great purpose....) Anyway, it's moments when I read things like the following that I remember why I do this:

"Hamlet, le puritain, l'homme vierge..." = "Hamlet, the puritan, the man-virgin..."
-- the notes on Lorenzaccio in the Pléiade edition of Musset's Théâtre complet

Paradoxes to puzzle the mind

April Fool's Day came a little late this year. Today, I realized that there was no such thing as "truth." That whole Plato discourse which has dominated Western civ about the "real world" and the virtual world we live in -- it's false.

There is no such thing as truth. Which is paradoxical, perhaps, in that, that statement itself is claiming to be the ultimate truth, but if you prove the statement wrong, then you prove that the statement is correct, is true. It's much like the idea that Change is the only constant in this world, thus indicating that Change will never change, which supposedly proves that Change isn't the only constant. Grr....thinking is so frustrating.