We are all in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars.
I must start all over again. I must go down into the earth, naked, once more.
Somewhere, beneath an open sky, I must find at last what I am seeking.
Vincent Van Gogh
I wish there was an English version of this book. The book on Aphorism, written by a Japanese writer / radio personality, Robert Harris(half Japanese by birth, and I don’t know where the other half he belongs to).
He spent most of his life as sort of an outcast, traveled all over the world, and experienced everything from (a lot of ) bad to good. His view is full of whit, cynicism, yet warm.
A great, great book, keeping me company while I rock between anxiety and responsibility, optimism and abandonment.