”One sticks a finger into the ground to smell what country one is in. I stick my finger into the world — it has no smell. Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world? What is the meaning of that word? Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager — I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?”
For the longest time, I kept quotes in my journalling system - DayONE. I have been stadily moving all of them into this new public space and adding others as I continue to find them.
A second series of quotes are stored here. Not as many and are actually more attributed words that appeal, not neccesarily ‘famous’ in the way the others are..