It is quite mystical, really, how something physical – a place, a type of flower, an inanimate object; even a color, a sound, a flavor, or a scent – can become so full of meaning and beauty, merely from having accompanied a moment in your life when you felt great joy.
“More and more it seems to me that the ordering of nature is an art akin to music – fugues in a shell, counterpoints in fibers, throbbing rhythms in waves of sound, light, and nerve. And oneself is connected with it quite inextricably – an electronic interweaving of paths, circuits, and impulses that stretch and hum throughout the whole of time and space.”
The great 19th century German author and poet Goethe once suggested that we “must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.” Perhaps we should also, then, ask turtles (and flowers, as well), how it feels to savor the warmth of sunshine washing over one’s body and face. When I look at these sweet turtles, so pure in their enjoyment of the sunlight, stretching their necks out as far as they possibly can in the hopes of getting even a few inches closer to the source of their ecstasy, I am reminded again of what a pleasure it truly is to feel the warmth of sunshine on one’s face.
“The mystic chords of memory, stretching… from every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”
“Man only escapes from the laws of this world in lightning flashes. Instants when everything stands still, instants of contemplation, of pure intuition. It is through such instants that he is capable of the supernatural.”
“The best thing is to keep a balance in your life, to acknowledge the great powers around us and within us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are truly wise.”
“There are only four questions of value in life: What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: Only love.”