in dublins fair city;

Just some pictures from our trip to ireland.

it was just amazing.

dublin? i will come back, for sure!

 Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill ... to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon - to behold and commune with something grander than man.

The will to give and not receive
The strength to say what you believe
The heart to feel what others feel inside
To see what they can see.

If I have been unkind
I hope you can just let it go by
if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

 I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be lonely and searching and lost.

And in my world, and in my world
it's all the same
and nothing's ventured, nothings changed
and nothing's lost and nothing's gained.



War denn nicht alles Leiden Zeit, war nicht alles Sichquälen und Sichfürchten Zeit, war nicht alles Schwere, alles Feindliche in der Welt weg und überwunden, sobald man die Zeit überwunden hatte, sobald man die Zeit wegdenken konnte?

- Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

cheers.