“Love life more than the meaning of it?”
“Where was it that I read about a man condemned to death saying or thinking, an hour before his death,
that if he had to live somewhere high up on a cliffside, on a ledge so narrow that there was room only for his
two feet - and with the abyss, the ocean, eternal darkness, eternal solitude, eternal storm all around him -
and had to stay like that, on a square foot of space, an entire lifetime, a thousand years, an eternity -
it would be better to live so than die right now! Only to live, to live, to live! To live, no matter how -
only to live! ...
How true! Lord, how true! Man is a scoundrel! And he's a scoundrel who calls him a scoundrel for that.”
Dostoevsky