Deviant Art
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I seem to have been only a boy playing on the sea-shore… whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. --Isaac Newton Everything is a metaphor; I myself am a myth about myself, for is it not as a myth that I hasten to this tryst? Who I am is irrelevant; everything finite and temporal is forgotten; only the eternal remains, the power of erotic love, its longing, its bliss. How responsive is my soul, like a taut bow, how ready are my thoughts, like arrows in my quiver, not poisoned, and yet able to blend with blood. How vigorous, sound, and happy is my soul, as present as a god. -Either/Or Soren Kierkegaard
"More primordial than any idea, beauty will be manifest as the herald and generator of ideas." -Teilhard de Chardin
"I scarcely know myself. My mind roars like a turbulent sea in the storms of passion. If someone else could see my soul in this state, it would seem to him that it, like a skiff, plunged prow-first down into the ocean, as if in its dreadful momentum it would have to steer down into the depths of the abyss. He does not see that high on the mast a sailor is on the lookout. Roar away, you wild forces, roar away, you powers of passion; even if your waves hurl foam toward the clouds, you still are not able to pile yourselves up over my head - I am sitting as calmly as the king of the mountain.
I am almost unable to find a foothold, like a water bird. I am seeking in vain to alight on the turbulent sea of my mind. And yet such turbulence is my element. I build upon it as the Alcedo Ispida builds its nest upon the sea..."-Either/Or Soren Kierkegaard
…Einstein’s space is no closer to reality than van Gogh’s sky. The glory of science is not in a truth more absolute than the truth of Bach or Tolstoy, but in the act of creation itself. The scientist discoveries impose his own order on chaos, as the composer or painter imposes his; an order that always refers to limited aspects of reality, and is based on the observers frame of reference, which differs from period to period as a Rembrandt nude differs from a nude by Manet. -Arthur Koestler
It is mind which gives to things their quality, their foundation and their being. Whoever speaks or acts with impure mind, him sorrow follows, as the wheel follows the steps of the ox that draws the cart. -Dhammapada
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