
Some days are good, some days are bad.
Today is one of them.
Lawrence Welk, American musician and bandleader, 1903 – 1992

Some days are good, some days are bad.
Today is one of them.
Lawrence Welk, American musician and bandleader, 1903 – 1992

The distance doesn’t matter;
it is only the first step that counts
La distance n’y fait rien; il n’y a que le premier pas qui coûte.
Marquise du Deffand, 1697 – 1780, French hostess and patron of the arts. She was commenting on the popular legend of Saint Denis who was said to have walked for 6 miles carrying his head after being beheaded.

A common man marvels at uncommon things.
A wise man marvels at the commonplace.
Confucius

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it, rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire……. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away.
Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

For to know nothing is nothing,
not to want to know anything likewise,
but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything,
that is when peace enters in.
Samuel Beckett, Molloy

It was in the process of asking that I came upon a truth:
that the unknown is an answer.
That there are answers upon answers,
and sometimes no questions at all.
Mary Oliver, Breakage