... but trailing shrouds of glory do we go ...

(A few things I've read lately and want to save)


The past is never dead. It's not even past.

~William Faulkner 
(Requiem for a Nun)

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

That soul that rises with us, our life's star,

Hath elsewhere had its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come 

From God, who is our home."
~William Wordsworth

(a few lines from "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" - From recollections of Early Childhood)

Sculpture of Paper-clad Wire Clothes Hangers
 – hanging from the lobby ceiling at BYU Museum of Art
 ‘Untitled’ sculpture by Dan Steinhilber

"Only to the extent that someone is living out this self transcendence of human existence is he truly human or does he become his true self. He becomes so, not by concerning himself with his self's actualization, but by forgetting himself and giving himself, overlooking himself and focusing outward." ~VF

"Live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time."~VF

"Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality." ~VF

"Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.” 

~Viktor Frankl

“It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.” ~Jonathan Safran Foer