“We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong. “
The kind T.S Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they’re doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don’t want to. Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas – none of them bother me. I don’t care what banner they raise. But what I can’t stand are hollow people. When I’m with them I just can’t bear it, and wind up saying things I shouldn’t.
… Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, flexible systems. Those are the things that really freighten me. Of course its important to know what’s right and what’s wrong. Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change the form, and continue to thrive.
…I wish I could just laugh off people like that, but I can’t.”
Reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. It keeps getting better by the page and I can’t take my eyes off of it. Mostly because within those pages we find the thoughts and emotions we can relate to. Each one of us has gone through shifts and changes like this book describes and in our own different ways we all understand the meaning behind each metaphor. lovely book.