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never saw him again The sky darkens The dark deepens The road is empty with only you on it and the trees In the green-black light it’s like driving underwater As if a river had seized you was bearing you off Leaves and tendrils rubbing against you The wash of the stones beneath you Creatures peering at you through the murk
Paul Murray • The Bee Sting: A Novel
Come gli occhi della civetta, ci sono pensieri che non sopportano la luce piena. Non possono nascere che di notte, dove la loro funzione è la stessa della luna, necessaria a smuovere maree di senso in qualche invisibile altrove dell’anima.
The night was full of life and motion; leaves and branches touched, making tiny sighs. Singing insects droned in the trees overhead; everywhere the bright beetles flashed.
Paul Bowles • The Delicate Prey: And Other Stories
Sit there in the darkness for a few minutes and let the day and its concerns drop away from you. Open yourself to the great mystery of the unknown, and enter the quietness of night with a restful spirit.
Richard Rudd • The Art of Contemplation: Gentle path to wholeness and prosperity
Nevertheless, sometimes, at four AM, when one feels that one has probably become simply incapable of supporting this miracle, with all one’s wounds awake and throbbing, and all one’s ghastly inadequacy staring and shouting from the walls and the floor—the entire universe having shrunk to the prison of the self—death glows like the only light on a
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