‘One may
long, as I do, for a gentler flame, a respite, a pause for musing. But perhaps
there is no other peace for the artist than what she finds in the heat of
combat. “Every wall is a door,” Emerson correctly said. Let us not look for the
door, and the way out, anywhere but in the wall against which we are living.
Instead, let us seek the respite where it is—in the very thick of battle. For
in my opinion, and this is where I shall close, it is there. Great ideas, it
has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps, then, if we
listen attentively, we shall hear, amid the uproar of empire and nations, a
faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say
that this hope lies in a nation, others, in a man. I believe rather that it is
awakened, revived, nourished by millions of solitary individuals whose deeds
and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history.
As a result, there shines forth fleetingly the ever-threatened truth that each
and every woman, on the foundations of her own sufferings and joys, builds for
them all.’
~Create
Dangerously, Albert Camus
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