This is the title of the first book written by The Philosopher E. M. Cioran. I usually read through it mostly when I am sad – because by contrast, I feel lucky and happy. I have just opened it to page 74: ‘All is Dust’: “I am displeased with everything. If they made me God, I would immediately resign, and if the world were just me, I would sunder myself apart, burst into tiny pieces, and disappear. How can there be moments when I feel as if I understand it all?” Infinite Laughs. I recommend it only in small doses. Infinite Love.
‘On the Heights of despair’
