Beth Moon, Ancient Trees: Portraits Of Time |
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This is what I believe: That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
—D. H. Lawrence
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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.—Friedrich NietzscheThus Spoke Zarathustra
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