Something I made awhile ago after reading Arthur Shopenhauer’s World as Will and Representation. This quote is actually a quotation from Agrippa von Nettesheim, but I think it’s significant that he wrote it in his book.
Shopenhauer is still my favorite philosopher. They call his work the epitome of pessimism, but I see a lot of beauty in his writing and the way he sees life, despite how sad it really is.


