Tuesday 31 January 2012

Monday 30 January 2012

Everything has beauty, 
but not everyone sees it.

Sunday 29 January 2012

Saturday 28 January 2012

I am the wilderness lost in man

Friday 27 January 2012

Thursday 26 January 2012

I shall not submit to injustice from anyone. 
I shall conquer untruth by truth. 
And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.

Wednesday 25 January 2012

Tuesday 24 January 2012

A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

Monday 23 January 2012

Sunday 22 January 2012

You are gone 
and I am with you: 
this will never come again.

Saturday 21 January 2012

Friday 20 January 2012

Humanity needs practical men, who get the most out of their work, and, without forgetting the general good, safeguard their own interests. But humanity also needs dreamers, for whom the disinterested development of an enterprise is so captivating that it becomes impossible for them to devote their care to their own material profit.

Without doubt, these dreamers do not deserve wealth, because they do not desire it. Even so, a well-organised society should assure to such workers the efficient means of accomplishing their task, in a life freed from material care and freely consecrated to research.

Thursday 19 January 2012

Wednesday 18 January 2012

All the gods,
all the heavens,
all the hells
are in you.

Tuesday 17 January 2012

Monday 16 January 2012

There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds
And it's a short story from before the world began
From a time when there was no earth, no land.
Only air and birds everywhere.

But the thing was there was no place to land.
Because there was no land.
So they just circled around and around.
Because this was before the world began.

And the sound was deafening. Songbirds were everywhere.
Billions and billions and billions of birds.

And one of these birds was a lark and one day her father died.
And this was a really big problem because what should they do with the body?
There was no place to put the body because there was no earth.

And finally the lark had a solution.
She decided to bury her father in the back of her own head.
And this was the beginning of memory.
Because before this no one could remember a thing.
They were just constantly flying in circles.
Constantly flying in huge circles.

Sunday 15 January 2012

Saturday 14 January 2012

A silk mist on a fallen day
I can see for miles and miles and miles
The wind is cold it hasn't got a lot to say
Fields of little moments to take with me
I dare not say a word.

Friday 13 January 2012

Thursday 12 January 2012

And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all

Wednesday 11 January 2012

Tuesday 10 January 2012

The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.

Monday 9 January 2012

Sunday 8 January 2012

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, 
a metaphor for a proof, 
a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, 
and oneself for an oracle, 
is inborn in us.

Saturday 7 January 2012

Friday 6 January 2012

We are moved to tears by a beautiful piece of music
and we describe the performance as 'magical'.
We gaze up at the stars on a dark night with no moon and no city lights
and, breathless with joy, we say the sight is 'pure magic'.

Thursday 5 January 2012

Wednesday 4 January 2012

Mythology is composed by poets out of their insights and realisations. 
Mythologies are not invented; they are found. 
You can no more tell us what your dream is going to be tonight than we can invent a myth. 
Myths come from the mystical region of essential experience.

Tuesday 3 January 2012

Monday 2 January 2012

Sunday 1 January 2012

In my end is my beginning.