“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, ‘It is yet more difficult than you thought.’ This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.”
It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it–just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.
The Sense of Place, by Wallace Stegner
“… there is no inner man, man is in the world, and only in the world does he know himself.”
Photos of Torrey Pines
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