“…there are other worlds—remote, lonely, silent, far—of strange delicious life. Let us go.”
— Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal (via neuseks)
[…] why must it be that men always seek out the depths, the abyss? Why must thought, like a plumb line, concern itself exclusively with vertical descent? Why was it not feasible for thought to change direction and climb vertically up, ever up, towards the surface?
An unusual Georgian-era pendant with imagery associated with mourning, however the images are composed entirely of micro-calligraphy text recalling the dates of death, and biblical verses. Extremely rare. Images on both sides. The case is gold filled.
