no one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. people imagine that they can reach one another. in reality they only pass each other by.
-franz schubert (l)
willy bosschem, gamme d’amour (l:amare-habeo)
‘We do not move in one direction, rather do we wander back and forth, turning now this way and now that. We go back on our own tracks …’ That thought of Montaigne’s reminds me about something I thought of in connection with flying saucers, humanoids, and the remains of unbelievably advanced technology found in some ancient ruins. They write about aliens, but I think that in these phenomena we are in fact confronting ourselves; that is our future, our descendants who are actually traveling in time. - Andrei Tarkovsky (s)
