“That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the centre of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you had felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering, he perceived. All around you there seemed to be something glaring, garish, rattling, and the noises and glares hit upon the little cell called your life, and shook it, and warped it.”
― THOMAS HARDY, Jude The Obscure
A peek into a novel that is possibly the most meaningful work in all literature as a treatise on the vale of futility or pessimism or nihilism.
Meanwhile constructive obscurity in some music and literature acts as life's veils and piques, vales and peaks...