I started reading "Black Spring" by Henry Miller today and it reminded me of this passage I once read that seems to make me feel very calm each time I read it.
"Tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may sing in Paradise above the smoking ruins of your world-cities. But tonight I would like to think of one man, a lone individual, a man without name or country, a man whom I respect because he has absolutely nothing in common with you- MYSELF. Tonight I shall meditate upon that which I am."
Henry Miller, 1934
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