Hugo Morris: Blog
Apr 23, 2014
In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.
Aldous Huxley

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Apr 22, 2014
Stephen King, The Stand

Stephen King, The Stand

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Apr 20, 2014
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Gabriel García Márquez (RIP April 17, 2014)

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Apr 20, 2014
What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild Iris blooms
by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?
Rumi 

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Apr 20, 2014
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
Robert Frost, from “Desert Places”

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Apr 20, 2014

Sarah Welch's pottery

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Apr 20, 2014

“It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind … It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”

— Carson McCullers

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Apr 19, 2014

There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness 

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Apr 19, 2014
Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”

Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”

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Apr 16, 2014
One should say before sleeping, “I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved had sat upon my knees and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
W.B. Yeats

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