It takes maybe twenty, thirty years to live out a life of meaning, to work it out. An apple-pie existence is okay, but if you look beyond to the specifics and further, you might ask yourself: is there anything else, or how does your life reflect something greater, wider than the narrow arc of time and space that has been allotted to you?
There is something both fascinating and daunting about the idea of a simple life, one consecrated to the memory of a way of life that is centuries old. As if the passage of time itself could confer a trace of the timeless onto some daily act, as if by repeating the same words and gestures over time one would suddenly alight on some kind of deeper truth. The mind not scattered by distractions, hand and heart in sync., a voice that finally speaks with clarity, without reference to writers...
In the desert hours you remember the colours, the centrality of green. What kind of life is a withdrawal from life?
Archaic green colours time. Passing centuries are evergreen...Green colours the earth in tranquility, ebbs and flows with the seasons. It is the hope of Resurrection. We feel that green has more shades than any other colour.
---Derek Jarman.
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