The man who comes back through the door in the wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.
Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception
Life after life we will arrive somewhere … where time is meaningless.
Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
A good Rioja.
Directly from the real crop circles on my guitar.
Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.