Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from read more

Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.

We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.

We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.

... perhaps one has to be very old before one learns how to be amused rather than shocked. Thanks to read more

... perhaps one has to be very old before one learns how to be amused rather than shocked. Thanks to Maria Marquis -Pearl S. Buck.

The clearsighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

The clearsighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkein.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkein.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
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A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
An airplane pulls a drag of cloud.
muffled thunder.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.