barthes
"Another day, in the rain, we're waiting for the boat at the
lake; from happiness, this time, the same outburst of
annhililation sweeps through me. This is how it happens
sometimes, misery or joy engulfs me, without any particular
tumult ensuing: nor any pathos: I am dissolved, not
dismembered; I fall, I flow, I melt. Such thoughts--
grazed, touched, tested (the way you test the water with
your foot)--can recur. Nothing solemn about them.
This is exactly what gentleness is"
lake; from happiness, this time, the same outburst of
annhililation sweeps through me. This is how it happens
sometimes, misery or joy engulfs me, without any particular
tumult ensuing: nor any pathos: I am dissolved, not
dismembered; I fall, I flow, I melt. Such thoughts--
grazed, touched, tested (the way you test the water with
your foot)--can recur. Nothing solemn about them.
This is exactly what gentleness is"