‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Saturday, February 09, 2008
i climbed slieve donard today. 7am: waking slowly in the city noon: pressing my back into the cairn on the peak and staring down to the sea, through the mists of our vast unknowable knowable universe.