"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

10 January 2011

Music.


Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear ...
While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars?
Then you’ve a hunch what the music meant… hunger and might and the stars.

- Robert Service, from "The Shooting of Dan McGrew"

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