Vision may sometimes sleep in the sun, while it wakens to widest revelation in utter darkness. Thus I am rapt in a trance-like acceptance of opening cavernous depths, crypts of decyphered gloom, yielding hollows of velvet obscurity that go down, down to the roots of things. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne

Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

People who look through keyholes are apt to get the idea that most things are keyhole shaped. – Author Unknown

A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com