Unless you become like little children...

I've never read Dostoevsky but every now and then I come across something he wrote and it reminds me that at some stage I probably should.

But I could say that about lots of other writers too and time is limited.

So for now I content myself with snippets here and there, and here's a snippet that I came across the other day. 

It charmed me.

I believe, like a child, that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov