“For Cioran, existence is a «metaphysical exile and Plotinus is right when he writes that in this life we feel like “the soul that has lost its wings”». We cannot love birth when its main purpose is to lead us to our coffin. This is why melancholy is the quintessential metaphysical feeling: «On the Santander mountains, in the midst of a magnificent landscape, some cows had a sad expression, according to my friend Núnez Morante. “Why are they sad?” I say to him. They have everything I dream of: silence, the sky […]. “They are sad because they are, por ser”, he replied».”
―
Mirko Integlia,
Tormented by god. The mystic nihilism of Emil Cioran