WalderianWarden

“Den som är levande är inte rädd, försökte jag säga mig. Det är det döda i en som bävar.”
― Elisabeth Rynell, Moll

“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“på våg
mätta och vägda
i eftertankens
fåordiga
lågmälda samtal

språkomkast
vår rikedom”
― Majvor Mäki Sjöberg, Kaunisvaara

“Time stops. He lies on his shattered back, looking upward. The dome above him hovers, a cracked shell about to fall in shards all around him. A thousand - a thousand thousand - green-tipped, splitting fingerlings fold over him, praying and threatening. Bark disintegrates; wood clarifies. The trunk turns into stacks of spreading metropolis, networks of conjoined cells pulsing with energy and liquid sun, water rising through long thin reeds, through the narrowing tunnels of transparent twigs and out through their waving tips, while sun-made sustenance drops down in tubes just inside them. A colossal, rising, reaching, stretching space elevator of a billion independent parts, shuttling the air into the sky and storing the sky deep underground, sorting possibility from out of nothing: the most perfect piece of self-writing code that his eyes could hope to see. Then his eyes close in shock and Neelay shuts down.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory