Friday, May 28, 2010


Once in a while, I find myself in a place that seems alien, like it has nothing to do with what I know of myself. At such times, things will not be defined and all truth is negotiable. At such points, I have a physical feeling like my head is going to explode. Into smithereens (what a nice word). And at such times, I wonder what it is that I cannot make sense of. Because truth be told, this is a nice place to be at. And I am sufficiently intelligent. To know that meaning does not come from without. And that the truth is always available. Just not "my" truth. So the task really is to make peace with that which is known. Clearly. Even if it challenges an important sense of self. Or what one holds dear. Or what one finds comfort in. Even if it leaves a gaping hole. One must scream and be done with it.

-- Edvard Munch, The Scream