This is from Fernando Pessoa’s The Book Of Disquiet.

Absolutely brilliant.

“We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with the known… With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make believe they’re happy.

But that’s how all life is, or at least that particular system of life generally known as civilization. Civilization consists in giving something a name that doesn’t belong to it and then dreaming over the result.”