Recycling Part I
Again you show yourselves, you wavering Forms,
Revealed, as you once were, to clouded vision.
Shall I attempt to hold you fast once more?
Heart’s willing still to suffer that illusion?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"It is that we supplement the imperfect psychology of science by the conception that we call the art of building up the soul. We demonstrate to anyone whose soul has fallen to pieces that he can rearrange these pieces of a previous self in what order he pleases, and so attain to an endless multiplicity of moves in the game of life. As the playwright shapes a drama from a handful of characters, so do we from the pieces of the disintegrated self build up ever new groups, with ever new interplay and suspense, and new situations that are eternally inexhaustible."
"I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness
To keep all our bad ideas, keep all our hope
It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen"
“My Favourite Chords”
by The Weakerthans