Once, as I passed by a cottage, there came out a lovely fairy child, with two wondrous toys, one in each hand. The one was the tube through which the fairy-gifted poet looks when he beholds the same thing everywhere; the other that through which he looks when he combines into new forms of loveliness those images of beauty which his own choice has gathered from all regions wherein he has travelled. Round the child’s head was an aureole of emanating rays. As I looked at him in wonder and delight, round crept from behind me the something dark, and the child stood in my shadow. Straightway he was a commonplace boy, with a rough broad-brimmed straw hat, through which brim the sun shone from behind. The toys he carried were a multiplying-glass and a kaleidoscope. I sighed and departed.
Phantastes - George MacDonald
πόλλ’ οἶδ’ ἀλώπηξ, ἀλλ’ ἐχῖνος ἓν μέγα.
the fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing.
"with shortness of breath, i’ll explain the infinite
how rare and beautiful it is that we exist.
i couldn’t help but ask you to say it all again
i tried to write it down, but i could never find a pen.
with shortness of breath, i’ll explain the infinite
how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.”
— saturn - sleeping at last