wanderlust

I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time. There’s a certain humour in realizing that. I can never figure out the kind of tie to put on in the morning. I don’t have any strategy or plan to get through the day. It is literally a problem for me to decide which side of the bed to get out on. These are staggering problems. I remember talking to this Trappist monk in a monastery. He’s been there twelve years. A pretty severe regime. I expressed my admiration for him and he said, “Leonard, I’ve been here twelve years and every morning I have to decide whether I’m going to stay or not.” I knew exactly what he was talking about.

leonard cohen

Eight million Shinto deities travel secretly throughout the earth. Those modest gods touch us, touch us and move on.

jorge luis borges

The brain is silent, the brain is dark, the brain tastes nothing, the brain hears nothing. All it receives are electrical impulses, not the sumptuous chocolate melting sweetly, not the oboe solo like the flight of a bird, not the tingling caress, not the pastels of peach and lavender at sunset over a coral reef, just impulses.

diane ackerman