Mike Bayles

“I imagined a labyrinth of labyrinths, a maze of mazes, a twisting, turning, ever-widening labyrinth that contained both past and future and somehow implied the stars. Absorbed in those illusory imaginings, I forgot that I was a pursued man; I felt myself, for an indefinite while, the abstract perceiver of the world. The vague, living countryside, the moon, the remains of the day did their work in me; so did the gently downward road, which forestalled all possibility of weariness. The evening was near, yet infinite.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones

“No poem is intended for the reader, no picture for the beholder, no symphony for the listener.”
― Walter Benjamin, Illuminations: Essays and Reflections

“There is no favorable wind for the sailor who doesn’t know where to go”
― Seneca

“Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.”
― Theodor W. Adorno