"The striving for perfection leads an artist to make spiritual discoveries, to exert the utmost moral effort. Aspiration towards the absolute is the moving force in the development of mankind...realism is a striving for the truth, and truth is always beautiful. Here the aesthetic coincides with the ethical"
The old pond was still
A frog jumped in the water
And a splash was heard.
Reeds cut for thatching
The stumps now stand forgotten
Sprinkled with soft snow.
---Basho.
To say the most, in the shortest time; the line that connects two spaces. Learning what not to say. To keep silent. Let things come to you. Know when to jump. Thoughtlessly.
Snow melts.
Reveals stones.
Sometimes green earth.
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