"It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, and consumption.... But I do know that many who are driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where they can root and grow. We must all hope that they find them."
Mark Rothko, 1969
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The King with half the East at heel is marched from land of morning;
Their fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air.
And he that stands will die for nought, and home there's no returning.
The Spartans on the sea-wet rock sat down and combed their hair.