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If something that should be makes me wonder if it really is, then it is not. I wish I could believe in someone.

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The abrupt sides of vast mountains were before me; the icy wall of the glacier overhung me; a few shattered pines were scattered around; and the solemn silence of this glorious presence-chamber of imperial nature was broken only by the brawling waves or the fall of some vast fragment, the thunder sound of the avalanche or the cracking, reverberated along the mountains, of the accumulated ice, which, through the silent working of immutable laws, was ever and anon rent and torn, as if it had been but a plaything in their hands.

Mary Shelley: Frankenstein

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Oskar Kokoschka (Austrian, 1886–1980) Flower Garden (Blumengarten) (postcard) (1907) :Photolithograp 3 11/16 x 2 15/16" (9.4 x 7.5 cm); sheet: 5 ½ x 3 9/16" (14 x 9 cm)

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2019, #722 Pigments, gampi paper and gold leaf.

“Mountains exceed our command. They slip our grip. And there is no glory for those who are left behind. Mountains are so much more than a challenge… Or an adversary to be overcome. For mountains humble the human instinct. And reveal our insignificance. They live in deep time. In a way that we do not. Behind and beyond the mountains stretch eons too fast for us to comprehend. They were here long before we were even dreamed of. They watched us arrive. They will watch us leave. Born of fire. Born of force. Mountains move. Over epochs they rise and fall. This is the symphony of the Earth. A rhythm of uplift and erosion that makes not waves of water… But waves of stone. And from these waves of stone flows life.” - From “Mountain” by Robert Macfarlane and Jennifer Peedom

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“To have access to literature, world literature, was to escape the prison of national vanity, of philistinism, of compulsory provincialism, of inane schooling, of imperfect destinies and bad luck. Literature was the passport to enter a larger life; that is, the zone of freedom.”

— “Literature is Freedom: The Friedenspreis Acceptance Speech,” from At the Same Time: Essays and Speeches, 2007 @sontagfilm