To paint is to love again, and to love is to live to the fullest. But
what kind of love, what sort of life can one hope to find in a vacuum
cluttered with every conceivable gadget, every conceivable money maker,
every last comfort, every useless luxury? To live and love, and to give
expression to it in paint, one must also be a true believer. There must
be something to worship. Where in this broad land is the Holy of Holies
hidden? - Henry Miller
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/01/21/to-paint-is-to-love-again-henry-miller/
And this
No matter what you touch and you wish to know about, you end up in a sea
of mystery. You see there’s no beginning or end, you can go back as far
as you want, forward as far as you want, but you never got to it, it’s
like the essence, it’s that right, it remains. This is the greatest damn
thing about the universe. That we can know so much, recognize so much,
dissect, do everything, and we can’t grasp it. And it’s meant to be that
way, do y’know. And there’s where our reverence should come in. Before
everything, the littlest thing as well as the greatest. The tiniest, the
horseshit, as well as the angels, do y’know what I mean. It’s all
mystery. All impenetrable, as it were, right?
http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/03/21/henry-miller-meaning-of-life/
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