Saturday, December 31, 2011
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Friday, November 4, 2011
"It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these western woods ... Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries since Christ's time—and long before that—God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods; but he cannot save them from fools."
— John Muir
(Photo by Sera-Sequoia National Forest)
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
In that cathedral, in which you were alone, and where you entered to forget the world and yourself, you did it to feel the lack of motion and to forget waiting, to feel how you were solemnly born in the colonnades and in the arches, to feel how you were disseminated in the purple shrouding, the majestically curbed and undulating lines of the temple, whose vaults you measured, and in whose transcen...dental geometry you lost yourself. Your soul has become a column, an arch, and a vault. Above the world and in its forms your forms have been intertwined, and this non-movement of your nature has become a block of stone. And in your bending, without emotion, you have looked down on earth. What was your soul, if not the stone that does not rest on the ground? Down you were in your heights, weak in your toughness, heavy in your flight, stone on its way to heaven… But suddenly, the miracle of the sound of the organ, a miracle in the cathedral in which you thought you were alone. How the arches moved, the colonnades and vaults, and in vibration did your matter dilate itself, and the cathedral grew bigger in the world’s dimensions. In the sound of the organ, where you may still look for boundaries, what music comes from beyond the margins, from beyond the margins of the world and the soul?
- E. M. Cioran
Photo by Eduard Widmer
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
“'Tis very puzzling on the brink Of what is called Eternity to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there” -Lord Byron (painting by Jean Delville )
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
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