One of my favorite panels.
Above all summits
it is calm.
In all the tree-tops
scarcely a breath;
The birds in the forest are silent,
just wait, soon
you will rest as well
Wanderer’s Nightsong, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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It’s always seemed a little preposterous that Hamlet, for all his paralyzing doubt about everything, never once doubts the reality of the ghost. Never questions whether his own madness might not in fact be unfeigned.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via talesofpassingtime)