The consciousness of the finitude, the precarity of any condition in each passing moment, the transiency, the gratuitousness, the fullest indetermination of meaning, in short, the certainty that, thrown in the world, we’ll still play the last match of chess.
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The consciousness of the time flowing goes away, we haven’t even perceived it, and the notion itself fades away, even embodied in a suit of a human figure – flesh, blood, and bones – and suddenly we draw a silly smile on the face, a burst of laughter, that one in which we experience in the funniest situations, and in good humor we feel the lightness of a serene life.
About the painting:
Vincent Van Gogh (1853 – 1890)
Starry Night over the Rhone
1888
Oil on canvas
Musée d’Orsay
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