Compassion for things I'll never know

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered -the point is to discover them. -Gallileo

Vire will wind in other shadows

unborn through bright ways tremble

and the old mind ghost-shaken

sink into its havoc.  

-Beckett "Saint-Lo"

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. -Orwell

I would add myself, that in a time of universal deceit, being able to recognize a truth is also a revolutionary act.  It is never fun is it?  You think it and suddenly find yourself looking around as if someone else heard you thinking it...

here we are stuck by this river you and I underneath the sky that's ever falling down
through the day as if on ocean waiting here always failing to remember why we came
you talk to me as if from a distance and I reply with impressions from another time -Eno

It seems almost impossible to know the truth of things in this world...once seen, they disappear quickly and one is always rediscovering parts of them in small ways...and then one feels they are coming closer to you...but they fade again as they pass you.  Maybe this explains Patrick Mondiano and the writings of so many people nowadays.

...and I've wondered is their a connection between Orlando Gibbons and Brian Eno, between David Byrne and Phillip Glass?  Is it couched in these ambiguous terms?

The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer.  It's just an old photograph from when the world was just beginning.  -David Byrne