“Always think of one you love as though he were dead.”
—Rhees, Rush, et al. Discussions of Simone Weil. State University of New York Press, 1999. SUNY Series, Simone Weil Studies.
“Always think of one you love as though he were dead.”
—Rhees, Rush, et al. Discussions of Simone Weil. State University of New York Press, 1999. SUNY Series, Simone Weil Studies.
Among people who reject the mystical state, the only yardstick for measuring the will-to-decreate is sadomasochism

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We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
The beautiful is a carnal attraction which keeps us at a distance and implies a renunciation. This includes the renunciation of that which is most deep-seated, the imagination. We want to eat all the other objects of desire. The beautiful is that which we desire without wishing to eat it. We desire that it should be.
Possibility and necessity are terms opposed to justice … Possible means all that the strong can impose upon the weak. It is reasonable to examine how far this possibility goes. Supposing it to be known, it is certain that the strong will accomplish his purpose to the extreme limit of possibility. It is a mechanical necessity.
It is because it can be loved by us, it is because it is beautiful, that the universe is a country. It is our only country here below. This thought is the essence of the wisdom of the Stoics. We have a heavenly country, but in a sense it is too difficult to love, because we do not know it; above all, in a sense, it is too easy to love, because we can imagine it as we please. We run the risk of loving a fiction under this name. If the love of the fiction is strong enough it makes all virtue easy, but at the same time of little value. Let us love the country of here below. It is real; it offers resistance to love. It is this country that God has given us to love. He has willed that it should be difficult yet possible to love it.
affliction does not create human misery, it merely reveals it.
Simone Weil, Waiting for God, 171-172
“When a man turns away from God, he simply gives himself up to the law of gravity. Then he thinks that he can decide and choose, but he is only a thing, a stone that falls.”

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