for Miss Moogie *Akin Bituin

Thou gazest on the stars, my star!
Ah! would that I might be
Myself those skies with myriad eyes,
That I might gaze on thee.
                                                (Plato)
Trans. Lilla Cabot Perry


Staar je, mijn Ster, naar de sterren
       omhoog? Was ik maar de hemel
om zo, een en al oog,
       blikken te werpen op jou.

Trans. Paul Claes

gnothi seauton

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

"Because we untimely and in many cases even read too often, we recieve a load of materials which we don’t use to build up something and our memory becomes used to manage our feeling and our taste. Thats why there’s often need for a profound philosophy to give back the original state of purity, that we provide a way out of the rubble of things that are strange to us, starting feeling self, speaking self and, i would almost say, at last also to exisist self"