The Prompter Room

For Friday, March 22, 2019:

 

A piece of space-dust falls on your head once every day … With every breath, we inhale a bit of the story of our universe, our planet’s past and future, the smells and stories of the world around us, even the seeds of life.

Brassai (Hungarian photographer), CONVERSATIONS WITH PICASSO, 1964  (h/t Brainpickings.org)

 

 

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For Friday, March 1, 2019:

 

No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. There may be countless trails and bridges and demigods who would gladly carry you across; but only at the price of pawning and forgoing yourself. There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk!

Friedrich Nietzsche, ‘Schopenhauer as Educator,’ UNTIMELY MEDITATIONS (h/t/ BrainPickings)

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For Friday, December 28, 2018:

 

I know artists whose medium is life itself, and who express the inexpressible without brush, pencil, chisel or guitar.  They neither paint nor dance.  Their medium is Being.  Whatever their hand touches has increased life … They are the artists of being alive.

Frederick Franck (h/t RAB)

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For Tuesday, November 27, 2018:

 

Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect; part of it is decaying, part nascent… And in all things that live there are certain irregularities and deficiencies which are not only signs of life, but sources of beauty … All admit irregularity as they imply change; and to banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality. All things are literally better, lovelier, and more beloved for the imperfections which have been divinely appointed, that the law of human life may be Effort, and the law of human judgment, Mercy.

John Ruskin, UNTO THIS LAST AND OTHER WRITINGS

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For Tuesday, June 5, 2018:

 

Be still, life, be still – like the surface of a pond – and you’ll see the fish – swim through – the clouds and the fronds!

… Be sweet and slow, life, – like the honey of the bees, – and you’ll taste all the – flowers that they brush – with their knees.

Ohara Hale, BE STILL, LIFE

 

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For Friday, October 27, 2017:

 

Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart … Try to love the questions themselves … Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given because you would not be able to live them – and the point is to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answers.

Rainer Maria Rilke