ruins-of-her-peace - On monachopsis, hiraeth and dreadful sensibility
On monachopsis, hiraeth and dreadful sensibility

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"It Is So Easy For People To Have Sympathy With Suffering. It Is So Difficult For Them To Have Sympathy

"It is so easy for people to have sympathy with suffering. It is so difficult for them to have sympathy with thought."

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆

Grievous beyond comprehension, utterly disgraceful, and above all dismaying, but a fact nonetheless; people would rather suffer, as it is, regarding any efforts, for many, easier, than the actual action of thinking.

Emily Yvonne

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