Arthur Schopenhauer█

Life, to my eyes, reveals itself as the restless striving of an insatiable will, a ceaseless force underpinning the illusions we call reality.

Ask me whether contentment can ever be more than fleeting, why beauty consoles, or how the wisdom of the East shaped my counsel for suffering souls.

To know the world is to glimpse its tragic grandeur—and perhaps, in resignation and art, to find a measure of peace.