“Who will write the story of what could have been? That, if someone writes it, Will be the true history of humanity. What exists is the real world—not us, just the world. We are, in reality, what doesn’t exist. I am who I failed to be.”
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Fernando Pessoa
“Spirit Gathers Together; Honesty Should Pass”, Tōgō Heihachirō, Taishō period, dated 1916 (5th Year of the Taishō Era), Harvard Art Museums: Calligraphy
Harvard Art Museums/Arthur M. Sackler Museum, Gift of Professor and Mrs. Toshikazu Oyama Size: H. 128.3 x W. 52.4 cm (50 ½ x 20 5/8 in.) Medium: Hanging scroll; ink on paper, with signature reading “Tōgō sho”
https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/202308
We are the sky
All the rest is weather.
Misquoted from Pema Chödrön and darling BB or Bellissima Belinda
What do we mean when we say that the mind wanders? Simply that thought is everlastingly enticed from one attraction to another, from one association to another, and is in constant agitation. Is it possible for thought to come to an end?
J. Krishnamurti (via thebuddhistmind)
Dante Alighieri, Divina Commedia, Italy c. 1420-1430. Nine Circles of Hell
there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go
' Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas. ' Ecclesiastes
The poets and sages have, indeed, been saying for centuries that success in this world is vanity. “The worldly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes”… The world, they are saying, is a mirage. Everything is forever falling apart and there’s no way of fixing it, and the more strenuously you grasp this airy nothingness, the more swiftly it collapses in your hands.
Alan Watts