Walt Whitman·1860After the dazzle of day is gone, only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; after the plain of the surface and the breakers have gone, the depths of the ocean show beautiful forms.
Carl Jung·1963Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.
Kobayashi Issa·1819In this world / we walk on the roof of hell / gazing at flowers
It seems that perfection is attained not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to take away.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
