septiembre 23, 2012

I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is “it” – it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds. Who am I, what am I, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 27 February 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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