“If my ship sails from sight, it doesn’t mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.”
— Enoch Powell
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♫ Frederic Delarue, “A Mind Like an Ocean”,
The Journey Begins…
Category: adventure
San Francisco
“It is an odd thing, but every one who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world.”
— Oscar Wilde
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From Empty Space to Magical Times
“Our ancestors move along with us, in underground rivers and springs too deep for chaos to reach.”
— Wally Lamb, The Hour I First Believed
Hello Kitty …
“Jenna slipped in wearing an outfit that I can only describe as Hello Kitty Goes Goth.”
— Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass
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Matter of Choice
“Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.”
— William Jennings Bryan
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Without Directions
Franz Peter Schubert, Wanderer Fantasy, Op.15.
♫ public domain music
Mp3 performed by Daniel Blanch. Released: 2010. Track 1.
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These Stories are Unreal
“The child intuitively comprehends that although these stories are unreal, they are not untrue …”
— Bruno Bettelheim, “The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales”
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Looking for Something
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Hobbit”
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It Happens
“I’m collector of stuff that people make with their brain. I keep them in little jars and I take them out and play with them sometimes too. The stuff, not the people.”
(Frances Winkler)
Stay Present
“We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.”
— R. D. Laing
