This is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen
—Joseph Campbell (via enterbythenarrowgate)
Se tu amas uma flor que se acha numa estrela, é doce, de noite, olhar o céu. Todas as estrelas estão floridas.
—O Pequeno Príncipe, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Amanhã fico triste… amanhã!
Hoje não… Hoje fico alegre!
E todos os dias, por mais amargos que sejam, eu digo: Amanhã fico triste, hoje não…
—(Poema encontrado na parede de um dos dormitórios de crianças do campo de extermínio nazista de Auschwitz.)
We all flow from one fountain— Soul. All are expressions of one love. God does not appear, and flow out, only from narrow chinks and round bored wells here and there in favored races and places, but He flows in grand undivided currents, shoreless and boundless over creeds and forms and all kinds of civilizations and peoples and beasts, saturating all and fountainizing all.
—John Muir (via enterbythenarrowgate)