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You too have the love of things impossible. Sometimes you will find,
even as I have found, that there is no such thing as a romantic
experience; there are romantic memories, and there is the desire of
romance-that is all. Our most fiery moments of ecstasy are merely
shadows of what somewhere else we have felt, or of what we long some day
to feel. So at least it seems to me. And, strangely enough, what comes
of all this is a curious mixture of ardor and of indifference. I myself
would sacrifice everything for a new experience, and I know there is no
such thing as a new experience at all. I think I would more readily die
for what i do not believe in than for what I hold to be true. I would go
to the stake for a sensation and be a skeptic to the last! Only one
thing remains infinitely fascinating to me, the mystery of moods. To be
master of these moods is exquisite, to be mastered by them more
exquisite still. Sometimes I think that the artistic life is a long and
lovely suicide, and am not sorry that it is so. And much of this I fancy
you yourself have felt: much also remains for you to feel. There is an
unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of
which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are
perfect and poisonous.
Floria Sigismundi
Oscar Wilde
