Quote for Today: Adelheid Manefeldt

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And then, like most of the times she went down that road of thought, things started lighting up. Rays filtered through the smog like tentacles – and a quite intangible hope infected the darkness with its resolution. She never knew where these urges to ‘move forward’ came from. Their source eluded her – but she knew they were there somewhere, just as mysterious and uncontrollable as the darkness.

Adelheid Manefeldt, Consequence

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Quote for Today: Erich Maria Remarque

I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;–then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. It glides past the western windows with its villages, their thatched roofs like caps, pulled over the white-washed, half-timbered houses, its corn-fields, gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the slanting light, its orchards, its barns and old lime trees.

The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles. The train stamps and stamps onward. I stand at the window and hold on to the frame. These names mark the boundaries of my youth.

―Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
alone beside the train © Assem Hardy with CCLicense

alone beside the train © AsiiMDesGraphiC with CCLicense

Quote for Today: Edward Abbey

Temple of Transition, Burning Man 2011 © Michael Holden with CCLicense

Temple of Transition, Burning Man 2011
© Michael Holden with CCLicense

I’d like to see North America become a dry, sunny, sandy region inhabited mainly by lizards, buzzards and a modest human population – about 25 million would be plenty – of pastoralists and prospectors (prospecting for truth), gathering once a year in the ruins of ancient, mysterious cities for great ceremonies of music, art, dance, poetry, joy, faith and renewal. That’s my dream of the American future. Like most such dreams, it will probably come true. That is why I’m still an optimist.

Edward AbbeyPostcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast