Quote for Today: Annie Dillard
It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a …
It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a …
It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and …
The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, …
The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any …
I am no scientist. I explore the neighborhood. An infant who has just learned to hold up his head has a frank and forthright way of gazing about him …
Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, like a child’s toy Slinky. …
What do I make of all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down? The texture of the world, its …