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 -Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

Coal


“Consider a single piece glowing in your family’s stove. 

See it, children? 
That chunk of coal was once a green plant,
 a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, 
or maybe two million, 
or maybe one hundred million. 
Can you imagine one hundred million years? 
Every summer for the whole life of that plant, 
its leaves caught what light they could 
and transformed the sun’s energy into itself. 
Into bark, twigs, stems. 
Because plants eat light, in much the way we eat food. 
But then the plant died and fell, probably into water, and decayed into peat, 
and the peat was folded inside the earth for years upon years
—eons 
in which something like a month or a decade 
or even your whole life was just a puff of air, 
a snap of two fingers. 
And eventually the peat dried and 
became like stone, 
and someone dug it up, 
and the coal man brought it to your house, 
and maybe you yourself carried it to the stove, 
and now that sunlight
—sunlight one hundred million years old--
is heating your home tonight . . .” 


J​oseph Campbell-​Reflections on the Art of Living
“It is by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.

Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.

The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you are looking for.”

-John O'Donohue, Anam Cara 

 It is strange to be here. 
The mystery never leaves you
alone.
Behind your image, below your words, 
above your thoughts,
the silence of 
another world waits.
A world lives within you.

-Christina Rossetti, Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night; 
   Come in the speaking silence of a dream; 
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright 
   As sunlight on a stream; 
      Come back in tears, 
O memory, hope, love of finished years. 

Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, 
   Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, 
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; 
   Where thirsting longing eyes 
      Watch the slow door 
That opening, letting in, lets out no more. 

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live 
   My very life again tho’ cold in death: 
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give 
   Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: 
      Speak low, lean low, 
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

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