Art is life, playing to other rhythms.
Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog