''I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow out of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover I had not lived. ''
I am also obsessed with my Moleskin notebook, learning about photography, and things that make my mind boggle. I read something from a Seamus poem that says the end of art will be peace. Take a good think over that. I want to say that art can arise from tranquility, but that I can only say in theory. From what I see, art is fueled by injustices and hurts and wars and heartbreaks. Art is an outlet against these things as well as fueled by these things. Art is a paradox of ugly and beautiful.
I am glad that today I can spend hours reading and musing the words of philosophers long gone. A day well, well spent.
I just read Walden for my Humanities class. I decided Henry David Thoreau was fantastic.
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