[Video above: “Rio,” by Hey Marseilles. Lyrics at the foot of this post.]
From whiskey river:
I feel as though I stand at the foot of an infinitely high staircase, down which some exuberant spirit is flinging tennis ball after tennis ball, eternally, and the one thing I want in the world is a tennis ball.
(Annie Dillard [source])
…and:
Born Thirty Years Ago
Thirty years ago I was born into the world.
A thousand, ten thousand miles I’ve roamed,
By rivers where the green grass grows thick,
beyond the border where the red sands fly.
I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting,
I read books, I sang songs of history,
and today I’ve come home to Cold Mountain
to pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.
(Han-shan, Cold Mountain [source])
