It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (via liquidnight)
Amrita Sher-Gil (Indian, 1913-1941), Three Girls, 1935. Oil on canvas. Thank you, arsvitaest & firsttimeuser.
ROMANESQUE SCULPTOR, French
Nave capital
c. 1150
Stone
Church of Saint-Andoche, Saulieu
Thank you, centuriespast & workman’s tumblr.
Jeff Wall, A Sudden Gust of Wind (After Hokusai), 1993. Thank you, invisiblestories.
The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manners of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords. In that realm a man may, perhaps, count himself fortunate to have wandered, but its very richness and strangeness tie the tongue of a traveler who would report them. And while he is there it is dangerous for him to ask too many questions, lest the gates should be shut and the keys be lost.
J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy-Stories,” from Tree and Leaf (via touba)
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Aesthetics of the Invisible World: In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously.
“This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge, “I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard,” she told me. “In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously.” Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, “This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness.” Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. “I often talk to this tree,” she said to me. I was startled and didn’t quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. “Yes.” What did it say to her? She answered, “It said to me, ‘I am here—I am here— I am life, eternal life.’”
~Viktor E. Frankl “Man’s Search for Meaning”
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Pascal Baetens. Thank you, firsttimeuser: via.
God is pure no-thing, concealed in now and here: the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.
Angelus Silesius. Thank you, The Beauty We Love.
Edward Hartwig: Praying, Kazimierz nad Wisla, Poland, 1929. Thank you: luzfosca, regardintemporel and lushlight
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