Sunday, July 20, 2008

Glenn Clark Quotation



If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light.
Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Millard Quotation


The universe is simple; it's the explanation that's complex.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Gregg Levoy Quotation


Spiritual journeys, like stories,
have at their core a central question
– as do our lives –
and if we understand not even the answers
but merely the questions that animate our journeys,
we’ve understood a lot.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Shirley Jackson Quotation



… February, when the days of winter seem endless
and no amount of wistful recollecting
can bring back any air of summer …

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Albert Einstein Quotation


Once you can accept the universe as matter
expanding into nothing that is something,
wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Annie Dillard Quotation


At a certain point you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening. After a time you hear it: there is nothing there. There is nothing but those things only, those created objects, discrete, growing or holding, or swaying, being rained on or raining, held, flooding or ebbing, standing, or spread. You feel the world’s word as a tension, a hum, an single chorused note everywhere the same. This is it: this hum is the silence. Nature does utter a peep – just this one. The birds and insects, the meadows and swamps and rivers and stones and mountains and clouds: they all do it; they all don’t do it. There is a vibrancy to the silence, a suppression, as if someone were gagging the world. But you wait, you give your life’s length to listening, and nothing happens. The ice rolls up, the ice rolls back, and still that single note obtains. The tension, or lack of it, is intolerable. The silence is not actually suppression; instead, it is all there is.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Proverb


For the butterfly, mating and propagation
involve the sacrifice of life,
for the human being,
the sacrifice of beauty.