An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

Djuna Barnes

My solitude held in its grasp the grief of others until my death.

A plaque attached to Simone Weil’s gravestone.

Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will.
Anselm Kiefer

To utter the word so as to plunge it back into its own futility.

Stéphane Mallarmé

Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness.

Sun Tzu, ch. 6

This silence, this light where
nothing is heard, nothing seen is that
same silence, that light where once
splendors were heard, splendors were seen once
not needed now in the silence, the light.

 Wm. Bronk

Every being cries out silently to be read differently.

Simone Weil

might not shadows be
the mysterious
grace hidden in light?

neither time
nor stillness
nor even eternity
but a fullness
endlessly unfolding
within its empty self

the rejection of genuine knowledge and the dread of questioning; the avoidance of meditation; flight into incidents and machinations.

Martin Heidegger
Contributions to Philosophy (of the Event), pg. 93

The world of illusion is not the illusion of the world.

Jean Beaufret
Dialogue with Heidegger, pg. 38

to no longer speak of a third,
but of this

Is the earth steeped in wise men’s ashes any wiser?

Anna Kamienska

that a part can discern the whole
is no less miraculous than
that the whole can discern a part

We stand at an abyss: either into nothingness, that is, absolute reification, pure thingness [absoluten Sachlichkeit], or we somehow leap into another world, more precisely, we manage for the first time to make the leap into the world as such.

M. Heidegger

to come to
each glance
a revelation

Communing with the world means taking on incurable wounds.

Pierre-Albert Jourdan

science can have no claim to truth until it can design an experiment without an objective.

All is falling.

Bas Jan Ader

it is time to, once and for all, condemn yourself.