Sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.
Sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.
“Those who find ecstasy do so not by visiting the shrines of civilization but by trudging in the swamps of human destitution and misery. Our literature of ecstasy recounts the dark nights of the soul and encounters with mystics in the slums and in the refugee camps of genocidal wars.”
Alphonso Lingis