Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T.S. Elliot (via thelittlephilosopher)
And when a poet dies, deep in the night
a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket
and sings for all it’s worth
Miroslav Holub, from “Interferon” (translated by Dana Habova and David Young)
(Source: awritersruminations)
because they don’t feel free to do what they must, what their soul tells them to do.
this.
(Source: maidofstars)
Two long-eared owl chicks (Asio otus) perching on a tree branch in daylight, Pusztaszer, Kiskunság National Park. Picture: Bence Mate/NPL / Rex Features
