Tuesday, April 7, 2009

And yet, and yet . . .

Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real;

I, unfortunately, am Borges.

-Jorge Luis Borges, "A New Refutation of Time"

4 comments:

UrbanJunkies/zuppaartista said...

wonderful...thanks for always showing us how beautiful words can be. :)

elsiee said...

i love jorge luis... i am thrilled to have discovered your amazing shop and blog on an etsy forum thread and now, I must follow you!! come on over and visit me sometime:

http://namaste-elsiee.blogspot.com/

sleeping poet said...

Michelle, what a beautiful comment. I thank you.

elsiee - Welcome! :)

Little Brown Sparrow said...

This is such a lovely quote, it struck me so much that I read over it four times. I wanted to reply to the comment you left on my blog but Blogger wouldn't let me (oh for a reply feature!) so I popped over here, only to be struck by everything! I'm going to enjoy exploring your lovely world on my lunchbreak, thank you so much for coming into my world.