2010-01-01

Finding A Place In The Sky And Earth

I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

The Moon and Sixpence
W. Somerset Maugham, 1919

One of my quotes at the bottom of the page is "I live in every era except my own." Many restless souls do exist and in this manner, I'm not unique.

2010. The year of the something, something. Maybe my nomadic mind will once and for all find unison with my sedentary body. Thus releasing my soul.

Now if you don't mind...I have to go clean my espresso machine.

1 comment:

  1. You are not unique, indeed. Great quote.
    Happy New Year!

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