3/24/05

"Seated in the garden behind his home, Goethe contemplated the eternal beauty of the world. Amidst the greenery and waters, he cheerfully drank and wrote as though he knew only the moment he was living. He exploited the tiniest fragments of time, unexpected, rapid tremors of inspiration, and even moments of weariness. His existence had become an uninterrupted contemplative present; a series of equally beatific instants, each of which reflected the immobile light of the eternal."

--Pietro Citati

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