
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Night







In looking at objects of Nature while I am thinking, as at yonder moon dim-glimmering thro' the dewy window-pane, I seem rather to be seeking, as it were asking, a symbolic language for something within me that already and forever exists, than observing anything new. Even when that latter is the case, yet still I have always an obscure feeling as if that new phenomenon were the dim Awaking of a forgotten or hidden truth of my inner nature...
From the notebooks of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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