LOST FOX

Surrendering to the Unknown

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Another planet.

[gypsyastronaut]

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Apricity.

[philosophybits]

“It’s time to tear away the veil of Isis and reveal the mystery. Whoever can’t endure the sight of the goddess, let him flee or perish.”

— Friedrich Schlegel, Ideas

[lustingupon]

“A work of art is a confession,”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1951 (c. May 1935)

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Falling.

[listentothestories]

“What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?”

— George Eliot, Middlemarch

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[grainelevator]

Faraway views (right lens of my binoculars)

[red-ibis-red]

Peace circled her.

—Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

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Sweet Bunch.

[tordenvejr]

does it bring you more or less peace? there's the answer

[petaltexturedskies]

The warmth flowed through her, she felt herself opening, unfolding, asking, as a flower opens in full request under the sun, as the beaks of tiny birds open flat, to receive, to receive.

D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; "The Rainbow," wr. c. 1919

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On the wing.

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

You've cleared your conscience, go.

– Elisabeth Harvor, from “The Teller’s Cage,” If Only We Could Drive Like This Forever: Stories (Penguin, 1988)

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