It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.
The way the animals live, everybody envies them, because look, a cat, when it walks—did you ever see a cat making an aesthetic mistake? Did you ever see a badly formed cloud? Were the stars ever misarranged? When you watch the foam breaking on the seashore, did it ever make a bad pattern? Never. And yet we think in what we do, we make mistakes.
Alan Watts, The Nature of Consciousness
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
Beauty is a short-lived tyranny