The blind man who could see

Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another yet. In a vast and endless net. Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make, but we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in that maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into the constraints that make a life, said the blind man.
Our plans are predicated upon a future unknown to us. The world takes its form hourly by a weighing of things at hand, and while we may seek to puzzle out that form we have no way to do so.

Today I finished Cities of the Plain, last in The Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy. Incredibly vast and overpowering, haunting but beautiful, desolate and full of sorrow but utterly romantic and moving, the books are quite simply brilliant. I don't think I've ever read better.

The wineglass stood empty and he took it up. Those who cannot see, he said, must rely upon what has gone before. If I do not wish to appear so foolish as to drink from an empty glass I must remember whether I drained it or not.

Thank you Dáire for giving me something to read on the S-Bahn home.


  1. you don't need eyes to see
    you need vision

  2. My pleasure. You can have Blood Meridian next.


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