Galilea

“If ever my life can be of any use to you, come and claim it.”
― Anton Chekhov

“Apples of gold in imagery of silver, [Is] the word spoken at its fit times.”
― Solomon

“way off on the right the tugging hand the mouth shut grim the staring eyes glued to the mud perhaps we shall come back it will be dusk the earth of childhood glimmering again streaks of dying amber in a murk of ashes the earth must have been on fire when I see us we are already at hand

it is dusk we are going tired home I see only the naked parts the solidary faces raised to the east the pale swaying of the mingled hands tired and slow we toil up towards me and vanish”
― Samuel Beckett, How It Is

“To perceive the distance between the
divine and the human, it is enough to
compare these crude wavering symbols which my fallible hand scrawls on the cover of a book, with the organic letters inside: punctual, delicate, perfectly black, inimitably symmetrical.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel