Monday, November 10, 2014
"Yesterday evening, after Schubert's final piano sonata had surprisingly come to mind once again,
I simply said to myself: 'That's it.'
It's what inexplicably remains steadfast against the worst storms, against a longing for emptiness; what definitely deserves to be loved:
the tender pillar of fire guiding you even in the desert that seemingly has neither limits, nor an end."
from philippe jaccottet's And, Nonetheless: Selected Prose and Poetry 1990-2009