Fabrizio CaramagnaThinkers

The Aphorism is an implosion of words, and explosion of sense.

The Aphorist is one who dreams to carry meaning up to such a level of perfection that it will lose its words forever.

Dreaming is being alive without needing to be real.

Dreaming is being real without needing to exist. Or else: to be alive without needing to be real.

Evil penetrates even the narrow crack between head and halo.

The Imagination is challenged every day to a duel by the invisible.

The Pedestal is useless to climb up on, for our shadow below mocks us all the more.

The Poet is one who dreams to carry words up to such a level of perfection that they will lose their meaning forever.

Rebellion is the activity of youth, for it's easy to swim against the current when we are still near the source.

Silence is distinguished from words in that words talk, but silences touch.