Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity. Vaclav Havel died 18.12.11


dissident playwright, bookish intellectual, a nation's emancipator and leader.

“As soon as man began considering himself the source of the highest meaning in the world and the measure of everything, the world began to lose its human dimension, and man began to lose control of it.”

obituary
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/dec/18/vaclav-havel?intcmp=122

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