For seven years he had lived bound to her, his every step subject to her scrutiny. She might as well have chained iron balls to his ankles. Suddenly his step was much lighter. He soared. He had entered Parmenides’ magic field: he was enjoying the sweet lightness of being.
The Lightness of Being – “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” – Milan Kundera
March 7th, 2011 · No Comments · Humanism, Morality, Philosophy
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