go in an inn
these days humans live their life with the drive of experience and not of innocence. Here innocence is more like edenic innocence, not stupidity. This is reflected in behavior, how people see life, what is deemed as important in life, the death of true art as a life style. The personality of someone that lives his life seeing through the glass of innocence is a work of art into itself. His cup will always be empty. True absorption, true imagination, true adventure. If you had to choose between history and timelessness, what would you choose. Once more. Say you are in province; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten out of one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded forever.
although the picture lies tranced, although this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. illusions are the only capable things to move real feelings from people, not truths. And what makes these illusions so worthy is that no one is ever going to able to get a grasp of how they are created. When they stop being far away they stop being illusions and become truths. Conquered they lose their substance. And humans love to conquer.