Nikos Kazantzakis (via elvensoul)
spring night — one hour worth
a thousand gold coins;
clear scent of flowers,
songs and flutes upstairs — threads of sound;
in the garden, a swing,
where night is deep and still.
— su tung-p’o (1037-1101ce)
photos by atomiczen in new zealand’s lake tekapo and tazmania’s cradle mountain
Philosophy is not the reflection of a pre-existing truth, but, like art, the act of bringing truth into being. […] True philosophy consists in relearning to look at the world, and in this sense a historical account can give meaning to the world quite as ‘deeply’ as a philosophical treatise. We take our fate in our hands, we become responsible for our history through reflection, but equally by a decision on which we stake our life, and in both cases what is involved is a violent act which is validated by being preformed.
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception