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

I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

Emotion has taught mankind to reason. – Marquis de Vauvenargues