"I implored the sage in earnest last night to unveil the mysteries of the universe. He whispered softly in my ear, 'Silence! It is something to perceive but never to say.'"
-Rumi

Sono incantate finestre, sul fondale del mio cielo dischiuse le parole: disumanate e mie. Quando sono stanco di morire in questa buia stanza prode mi dischiarano remote e lisce. Ché in bocca de l’eternità s’è accesa la parola del mio tempo, e lieto sul fondo degli anni, come nella melma del naviglio acqua m’adagio; e passo.
-Emilio Villa

"I believe that the universe is both rational and irrational. We can make sense of our environment through rational application of science and empirical knowledge, but when it comes to man's most basic questions of meaning and purpose, the universe is silent."
-Camus

"Conduct me, Zeus, and thou, O Destiny. Wherever you have fixed my lot, I follow cheerfully. Did I not, wicked and wretched I must follow still."
-Cleanthes

"Catholics and Communists have committed great crimes, but at least they have not stood still, like an established society, and been indifferent."
-Greene

"The intelligent person sees with the heart the result from the beginning; the one lacking in knowledge only discovers it at the end."
-Rumi

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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
-Kerouac

"That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking."
-Nietzsche

"Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep."
-Rumi
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    Kristina is - a 24-year-old grad student with mad ideas about urban life, justice, politics, international culture, transnationalism, and Italian and Lusophone literature and poetry;

    who wants - to absorb her surroundings, be influential in her community, break boundaries in thought, transform her humanities studies into actions, and tell everyone about it;

    who blogs - with a 15-inch MacBook Pro and a Nikon D90[!] from a studio in Little Osaka (Los Angeles) that conveniently lies between an Italian espresso bar and a Persian bakery;

    and who likes - English and Latin grammar, wearing glasses, exploring her full range of emotions, making memories with smell, increasing her knowledge of opera and her lexicon, whistling "Violino Tzigano," and dreaming about being attacked by words.