#myst

…Obviously, I have always wished I could remember what happened in that wood. The very few people who know about the whole Knocknaree thing invariably suggest, sooner or later, that I should try hypnotic regression, but for some reason I find the idea distasteful. I’m deeply suspicious of anything with a whiff of the New Age about it—not because of the practices themselves, which as far as I can tell from a safe distance may well have a lot to them, but because of the people who get involved who always seem to be the kind who corner you at parties to explain how they discovered that they are survivors and deserve to be happy. I worry that I might come out of hypnosis with that sugar-high glaze of self-satisfied enlightenment, like a seventeen-year-old who’s just discovered Kerouak, and start proselytizing strangers in pubs… ↗

— Tana French

#murder #mystery #age

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink? ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#age

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#paris #romance #age

The period before the dawn of knowledge is called the age of darkness. ↗

— Wasif Ali Wasif

#sufi-wisdom #age

We were the creatures desired throughout the ages... foolish humans didn't even realize it, living in their own little world. ↗

— Kaylynne Spauls

#age

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table. ↗

— Tanya Byrne

#life #mystery-suspense #sad #anger

The intersection of pork and man was circumscribed with vagueness. Until now sausage was a mysterious world: the fenced-in landscapes of strange, exotic muds, the cloak-and-dagger butchers that veiled their conversations in Old French, the silencing of whole towns upon a nocturnal report of a flying swarm of oinks, the secret herbs and spices involved in the intestinal displacement before my screen. My own sacred art suddenly stirred a sense of understanding in me as to why pig farmers were so reluctant to explain their missing bicuspids to outsiders: sausage could not have effects. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#mystery #sausage #secret-society #art

[T]he experience of mystery comes not from expecting it but through yielding all your programs, because your programs are based on fear and desire. Drop them and the radiance comes. (16) ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#desire #expectations #fear #mystery #art

Mysticism is the art of union with Reality. ↗

— Evelyn Underhill

#mysticism #art

Art at its best draws attention not only to the way things are but also to the way things will be, when the earth is filled with the knowledge of G-D as the waters cover the sea. That remains a surprising hope, and perhaps it will be the artists who are best at conveying both the hope and the surprise. ↗

— N.T. Wright

#art #hope #mystics #renewal #resurrection