Philisophy does not begin in an experience of wonder, as ancient tradition contends, but rather, I think, with the indeterminate but palpable sense that something desired has not been fulfilled, that a fantastic effort has failed.
Infinitely Demanding – Ethics of Commitment, Politics of Resistance, Simon Critchley (2007)
Prodding dreamily at the space under
My chin. The space where the shotgun would fit
Snugly in. Thoughts that vaguely meander
As I rest under this gnarled tree’s bough. It
Seems that it would be no trouble at all
If I was to fall from this place and rest-
Lessly crawl on through. I just need to call
On that one moment’s decision; a guest
In no time of neck-snapping Death who yet,
As my host, ushers me beyond.
What remains; a whip lashed marionette,
Shattered and twitching, that will not respond.