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Light and darkness moving across the sky. 12/6/16
Holy Moly… Astypalea island, Greece.
Only where there are graves are there resurrections.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ (via deusexmachiavelli)
There is nothing more necessary than truth; in comparison with it, everything else has only secondary value.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (via deusexmachiavelli)
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Plantin-Moretus Museum
I was obsessed with loss; not surprisingly, I was also acquisitive, possessive. The two tendencies fed each other; every impulse to extend my holdings increased the fundamental anxiety. Actual loss, loss of mere property, was a release, an abrupt transition from anticipation to expertise. In passing, I learned something about fire, about its appetite. I watched the destruction of all that had been, all that would not be again, and all that remained took on a radiance. These are, in the deepest sense, ordinary experiences. On the subject of change, of loss, we all attain to authority. In my case, the timing was efficient. I was in my late thirties; perhaps I’d learned all I could about preparation, about gathering. The next lesson is abandon, letting go.
Louise Glück, “106,″ Proofs and Theories: Essays on Poetry (via oblivion-soave)
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“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.