The eye of the vortex.

I wanted to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden of the world, and that I was going out into the world with that passion in my soul.  And so, indeed, I went out, and so I lived.  My only mistake was that I confined myself so exclusively to the trees of what seemed to me the sun-lit side of the garden, and shunned the other side for its shadow and its gloom…

…I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mysical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolute necessary for me to find it somewhere – De Profundis, Wilde


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