To me If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation ... ....human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece[1].....footnotes in the volume of life are the highest forms of consciousness. I can never dare to overlook them.
To me
If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation ...
....human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece[1].....footnotes in the volume of life are the highest forms of consciousness. I can never dare to overlook them.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire ↩