“Progressive detachment from all that is particular and concrete raises one to a vision which gains in size what it loses in substance. No melancholy state can exist without this ascent, this flight toward the heights, this elevation above the world. Neither pride nor scorn, despair nor any impulse toward infinite negativity, but long meditation and vague dreaminess born of weariness lead to this kind of elevation. Man grows wings in melancholy not in order to enjoy the world but in order to be alone.”
— Emil Cioran
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