This blog represents the official view of the voices in my head.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

We collect data, things, people, ideas, "profound experiences," never penetrating any of them. . . But there are other times.There are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
                                  ------James Carroll

1 comment:

Madhusmita said...

This touched a nerve...