(I'm filled with secrets.
Where I'm from, the birds sing
a pretty song and there is always music in the air. Sometimes my arms bend back.)
|"We take secrets to our graves that are no big deal to anyone but ourselves."|
~ Michael Lipsey
|"Life for us is whatever we imagine it to be. To the peasant with his one field, that field is everything, it is an empire. To Caesar with his vast empire which still feels cramped, that empire is a field. The poor man has an empire; the great man only a field. The truth is that we possess nothing but our senses; it is on them, then, and not on what they perceive, that we must base the reality of our life."|
~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
|"January 10, 1950|
I have never seen very clearly into myself in the final analysis. But I have always instinctively followed an invisible star…
There is in me an anarchy, a frightful disorder. Creating costs me a thousand deaths, for it involves an order and my whole being rebels against order. But without it I should die scattered."
~ Albert Camus,