‘Longing is the deepest and most ancient voice in the human soul. It is the secret source of all presence and the driving force of all creativity and imagination: longing keeps the door open and calls toward us the gifts and blessings of which our lives dream.’*
‘Little or big, learned or unlearned, white or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration down the windpipe to the last expiration out of it, all that a male or female does that is vigorous and benevolent and clean is so much more profit to him or her in the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope of it forever.’**
Who’s watching what we do today? Perhaps some Muse or god or hero?
Today is the day that counts, the only time we can directly influence – yesterday has gone and tomorrow must be waited for. The future will decide how well or badly today’s choices concerning bringing some kind of beauty into the world, especially the kind that is a gift for others.
Maybe the one who inspires me, who watches me from the future in what I do today, is me, who knows my values full grown and encourages me towards them. Maybe.
‘The prescient poet projects himself centuries ahead and judges performer and performance after the changes of time.’**