Chris

“Nothing is more hallowing than the union of kindred spirits in art. At the moment of meeting, the art lover transcends himself. At once he is and is not. He catches a glimpse of Infinity, but words cannot voice his delight, for the eye has no tongue. Freed from the fetters of matter, his spirit moves in the rhythm of things. It is thus that art becomes akin to religion and ennobles mankind. It is this which makes a masterpiece something sacred. In the old days the veneration in which the Japanese held the work of the great artist was intense. The tea-masters guarded their treasures with religious secrecy, and it was often necessary to open a whole series of boxes, one within another, before reaching the shrine itself--the silken wrapping within whose soft folds lay the holy of holies. Rarely was the object exposed to view, and then only to the initiated.”
― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea

“I dreamed about you baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah, but some of you was light.”
― Leonard Cohen

“A gentleman holds my hand.
A man pulls my hair.
A soulmate will do both.”
― Alessandra Torre

“The craft of a master is not imposing dominance, but winning submission.”
― Ann Somerville, Remastering Jerna