A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock pile when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.
Antoine Saint-Exupery

… But it takes a village of master stonemasons to build it.

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I am convinced that far more idealistic aspiration exists than is ever evident. Just as the rivers we see are much less numerous than the underground streams, so the idealism that is visible is minor compared to what men and women carry in their hearts, unreleased or scarcely released. Mankind is waiting and longing for those who can accomplish the task of untying what is knotted and bringing the underground waters to the surface.
Albert Schweitzer


Sainte Chapelle in Paris, May 1968.
Photograph by Bruce Dale, National Geographic

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We’re in a freefall into future. We don’t know where we’re going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you’re going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act.
Joseph Campbell, Sukhavati (via childrenofthetao)
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I do not trust any spiritual teacher, teaching or philosopher that speaks only of the good, and ignores the evil.
Hxni (via modernshxmxn)
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The most perfect thing is on the verge of disaster and the most sullied can be the most fertile.
David Brazier, Not Everything Is Impermanent

What bird is this?

The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise it looked like an egret. I’ve never seen another like this. If you know, leave a note.

the magic of snow in San Antonio

the magic of snow in San Antonio

You don’t have five different selves that you can keep separate. You have one life. One mind. One heart. One cup, if you will. Your challenge is not to separate one cup from another, erect boundaries between each, and then somehow balance them all. Your challenge is to move your life, tilt your life, intentionally imbalance your life toward those few specific moments that will fill your one cup
Marcus Buckingham, Find Your Strongest Life
separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than a sword
Nazim Hikmet