The Inner Valley

Larga charla con Traveler sobre la locura. Hablando de los sueños, nos dimos cuenta casi al mismo tiempo que ciertas estructuras soñadas serían formas corrientes de locura a poco que continuaran en la vigilia. Soñando nos es dado ejercitar gratis nuestra aptitud para la locura. Sospechamos al mismo tiempo que toda locura es un sueño que se fija. Sabiduría del pueblo: "Es un pobre loco, un soñador..." ******* Julio Cortázar ~ Rayuela, Cap. 80. ◙ Henry Fuseli. "The Shepherd's Dream".

Out, Out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ******* Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5. William Shakespeare. ◙ Jan Mandijn.

"Master.." a disciple asked Chuang Tzu one day,  "Where did the universe come from? Is there a God? What is the purpose of life? Why is there pain and injustice and suffering? Where do we go after we die?" Chuang Tzu responded: “The true master of life does not labor over life. The true master of fate does not question fate. Use understanding to understand what can be understood with understanding, and then stop.” ******* ◙ Artwork: Zhang Weimin.                                                                                                                                            ******* Verdadero Entendimiento "Maestro.." cierta vez un discípulo le preguntó a Chuang Tzu: "De qué manera se originó el Universo? Existe un Dios? Cuál es el propósito de la vida? Porqué existen el dolor, la injusticia y el sufrimiento? Adónde iremos luego de morir? A lo que Chuang Tzu respondió:  "El verdadero maestro de la vida no trata de forza

"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!" ******* Charles Dickens - A Tale of Two Cities. ◙ Mark Thompson ~ Furrow , 2011.                ******* "Es un hecho maravilloso y digno de reflexionar sobre él, que cada uno de los seres humanos es un profundo secreto para los demás. A veces, cuando entro de noche en una ciudad, no puedo menos de pensar que cada una de aquellas casas envueltas en la sombra guarda su propio secreto; que cada una de las habitaciones de cada una de ellas, encierra también su secreto; que cada corazón que la

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”                                                                      ******* Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (Röken-bei-Lützen, Kingdom of Prussia, 15 October 1844 – Weimar, Saxony, German Empire, 25 August 1900). ◙  Pieter Brueghel . The Triumph of Death, 1562 .                                                                                                          ******* "Quien con monstruos lucha, cuide a su vez de no convertirse en monstruo. Cuando miras largo tiempo dentro de un abismo, el abismo también mira dentro de ti."

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, - The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds. ******* Anthem for Doomed Youth. Wilfred Owen (Oswestry, Shropshire, England, 18 March 1893 – Sambre-Oise Canal, France, 4 November 1918).