“My day passes between logic, whistling, going for walks, and being depressed. I wish to God that I were more intelligent and everything would finally become clear to me — or else that I needn’t live much longer.”
Ludwig Wittgenstein, letter to Bertrand Russell, Norway, 1913.
« Les pires formes de mal ne sont pas toujours commises par des malfaiteurs, mais par ceux qui refusent de penser. »
— Hannah Arendt
Source : La vie de l'esprit, 1978.
Maybe, as Deleuze says, “if you can’t grasp the root or seed of madness in someone, you can’t truly like them.” Perhaps we fall in love most with what is strange, unpredictable and slightly incomprehensible in another person.