Tag: star

  • 437

    The light that shines on everyone is absolutely breathtaking. “Instead of an intellectual search, there was suddenly a very deep gut feeling that something was different. It occurred when looking at Earth and seeing this blue-and-white planet floating there, and knowing it was orbiting the Sun, seeing that Sun, seeing it set in the background […]

  • 396: Mastery

    Sometimes, you are lost. Strayed from yourself to some outer edge of a dark expressionless abyss where seem there the stars to contradict and misinform. Then, when once more you are by your own matter, by some small and deathless gleam guided back to strength and health, by what Galaxy presses back your bounds and […]

  • 394

    Dusk is falling over the prairie and what wild colours and tranquility ensue. Overcome with peace and gratitude, seeking now nothing further have I crossed as far as I mean this fine evening, and will lie here to the Earth with the rarefied equanimity of the occasion. Travellers know this, too, the stars; that tomorrows […]

  • 382: Vargtimme

    It seems plausible now that since even before you came into being have you been stamped with a role and those remarkable, burdensome qualities that all your lost years, drifting, aching over and denying could not remove. As though you are composite of various fragments of star matter and galactic debris dispersed, come together by […]

  • 377: Look homeward, angel

    That you are capable of miraculousness, does not make you miracle: we aim, consistently and devastatingly lower, than the stars indicated in us.

  • 372

    Here all things are temporary and regardless, whispers a tender perpetuity. An evolving infinity, constantly and quietly renewing itself. Thus, in triumph is there not some patient void? In trauma too, is there not a parallel perfection?

  • 326

    A man who, being both true and good; who perseveres the task of his significance, independent and uninterfering: before any grand sun-scorched sierra, disintegrating star or unimaginable bliss here or later, may well be the uppermost of miracles, on this great globe of inexhaustible enchants. Yet, how the baser marvels apprehend, and we vilify the […]

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 298: The good life

    Ah strain, it piles over. To triumph or perish. Live forever, in high spirits and digging always your way up, or lay down in the sand and be dust. Do you not know, we’re in paradise? It seems the blinking stars would only swallow the cries you never make, and so you forget while everything […]

  • 297

    But not fixed.