Tuesday, 19 August 2014


'The ideal rides ahead of the real, renewing beyond it, perishing in it - unreachable, surely, but made new over and over again just by hope and by the passage of time; what has not yet failed remains possible. And the ideal, remaining undiminished and perfect, out of reach, makes possible a judgment of failure, and a just grief and sympathy.'
Wendell Berry, A Place on Earth, p.72.