Thursday, 7 January 2016

The Gardener

"Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him!"
Nietzsche, Daybreak, 1881

Piet Mondrian - Golden-Banded Lily - 1909-1910

Georgia O'Keeffe - Black Iris - 1926


Emil Nolde -  Alpenveilchen - 1935-1940
via ALONGTIMEALONE

"It is not by dealing out cold justice to the circle of my ideas that I can make them grow, but by cherishing and tending them as I would the flowers in my garden."
C. S. Peirce, Evolutionary Love, 1893

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