The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But the man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
As I've said before, I'm a huge fan of Cormac McCarthy's. The following is one (somewhat uncharacteristic) example of the kind of writing that makes him so awesome. From his 1985 masterpiece Blood Meridian: