“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”
Ray Manzarek | often attributed to Aldous Huxley
If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.
William Blake | The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Old Man Lake [from the Dawson-Pitamakan loop trail] in the Dry Creek Valley headwaters, Two Medicine drainage
Glacier-Waterton International Peace Park
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls”
John Muir | John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir
Relief Matrix and Flocking from Generosity & The Way Across | Edition #109
I'm writing on a Sunday, late morning, on a day filled with soft light, on which, above the rooftops of the interrupted city, the blue of the always unpublished sky closes the mysterious existence of stars in oblivion . . .
It's Sunday inside me as well . . . My heart is also going to a church whose location it doesn't know, and it goes dressed in a child's velveteen outfit, with its face red from the first impressions of smiling without sad eyes over its oversized collar.
Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935) | The Book of Disquiet #68 [n.d.; after 1923]