Friedrich Nietzsche: “I Sail with All Winds Straight Ahead”

Finding Ten and Two

“Understanding what makes you ‘tick’ isn’t half as much fun as finding out what makes you ‘tock’!”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Since I grew weary of the search
I taught myself to find instead
Since cross winds caused my ship to lurch
I sail with all winds straight ahead.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science

Wave Rider

Photographer Unknown, (Wave Rider)

A wave demands your attention. It is very difficult to be somewhere else, in your mind, when there is such a gorgeous creation of nature moving your way. Just being close to a wave brings us closer to being mindful. To surf them is the training ground for mindfulness. The ocean can seem chaotic, like the world we live in. But somehow we’re forced to slice through the noise – to paddle around and through the adversities of life and get directly to the joy. This is what we need for liberation.”
― Kia Afcari

Michel de Montaigne: “Behold the Hands, How They Promise”

Photographers unknown, A Collection: The Hands of Man

“Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.”

― Michel de Montaigne

 

Sanctuary

Photographer Unknown, (Sanctuary)

“It is a thing that knows no limit, and before it all men are equal; and the silence of king or slave, in presence of death, or grief, or love, reveals the same features, hides beneath its impenetrable mantle the self-same treasure. For this is the essential silence of our soul, our most inviolable sanctuary, and its secret can never be lost;”
― Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the Humble

W. Somerset Maugham: “I Walked with My Eyes on the Path”

Photographer Unknown, (Mountainside)

“I walked with my eyes on the path, but out of the corners of them I saw a man hiding behind an olive tree. He did not move as we approached, but I fell that he was watching us. As soon as we had passed I heard a scamper. Wilson, like a hunted animal, had made for safely. That was the last I ever saw of him.

He died last year. He had endured that life for six years. He was found one morning on the mountainside lying quite peacefully as though he had died in his sleep. From where he lay he had been able to see those two great rocks called the Faraglioni which stand out of the sea. It was full moon and he must have gone to see them by moonlight. Perhaps he died of the beauty of that sight.”

― W. Somerset Maugham, The Lotus Eater