Parc de la Tête d'Or, Lyon, France
The holes in our lives are permanent. We have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete. We mold ourselves through the gaps.
Rest is not idleness, and lying sometimes under a tree on a summer day, listening to the murmur of water or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches.
Man is the most insane species. He worships an "invisible God" and destroys a "visible nature".
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
