“...the night is suddenly vaster, colder, clearer.All the stars zing; the mountains glitter; towns and villages gather like bright mould in the valley-seams and along the coasts.Every movement in byre and bunny-hole, of leaf against leaf, of germ in soil and stream, turns and gleams and laminates every other, the whole world monstrously fancy, laced tight together, yet slopping over and unraveling in every direction, a grand brilliant wastage of the living an the dying.”
“Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.”
“At night the bottom of the valley looks like water, and the lamps in the little town lying along it like quivering reflections of the stars.”
“If you have your attention on what is see its fullness in every moment you will discover the dance of the divine in every leaf in every petal in every blade of grass in every rainbow in every rushing stream in every breath of every living being. ...beyond memory and judgement lies the ocean of universal consciousness.”
“Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.”
“Over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.”