A Quote by Marlon Riggs

So much of my life has been about self-effacement, pretense, masquerading, concealment, and indirection. — © Marlon Riggs
So much of my life has been about self-effacement, pretense, masquerading, concealment, and indirection.
Humility is just as much the opposite of self-abasement as it is of self-exaltation. To be humble is not to make comparisons. Secure in its reality, the self is neither better nor worse, bigger nor smaller, than anything else in the universe. It is ? is nothing, yet at the same time one with everything. It is in this sense that humility is absolute self-effacement.
I tend to navigate by indirection, meaning that most of the major things in my life have happened when I've been thinking about something else.
When you live a life devoid of ritual and convention, with honesty and self-effacement, then you are on the road to freedom.
Ask yourself this: How much deprivation, how much self-effacement must you suffer through before you act on your desire for meaning and fulfillment? Before it’s your turn to thrive in your life, instead of barely surviving it? Some people live their dreams. Why not you?
Perhaps there is no other knowing than the mere competence of the act. If at the heart of one's being, there is no self to which one ought to be true, then sincerity is simply nerve; it lies in the unabashed vigor of the pretense. But pretense is only pretense when it is assumed that the act is not true to the agent. Find the agent.
You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.
To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.
There comes a point, in literary objectivity, when the author's self- effacement is hard to distinguish from moral cowardice.
If one considers how much reason every person has for anxiety and timid self-concealment, and how three-quarters of his energy and goodwill can be paralyzed and made unfruitful by it, one has to be very grateful to fashion
Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.
Too much zeal offends where indirection works.
Camouflage is about much more than concealment and going unnoticed. There's a whole game involved between revealing and hiding.
If you strip away self-effacement, charm and the spirit of mischief-qualities that make determination and ambition tolerable- you're left with a right ar**hole.
What is life, but the gentle effacement of a tree shedding its leaves?
Art is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.
I know of scarcely anything so apt to impress the imagination as the wonderful form of cosmic order expressed by the "Law of Frequency of Error." The law would have been personified by the Greeks and deified, if they had known of it. It reigns with serenity and in complete self-effacement, amidst the wildest confusion. The huger the mob, and the greater the apparent anarchy, the more perfect is its sway. It is the supreme law of Unreason.
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