tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015228732924544225.post1166958492681057498..comments2023-08-16T11:00:22.426-05:00Comments on The Blank Page: On Being LostLaura Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13021197723868815422noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015228732924544225.post-14056887092753560702014-09-23T19:54:17.549-05:002014-09-23T19:54:17.549-05:00"How will you go about finding that thing whi..."How will you go about finding that thing which is totally unknown to you?"<br /><br />I have a feeling you're on the right path and that you will find that thing a few times over in your life. I will say this much: when those things appear, they are often better than imagined!Christopher Gronlundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16835103557224226930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015228732924544225.post-75310344443602137112014-09-22T09:23:14.914-05:002014-09-22T09:23:14.914-05:00Don't know why this seemed like the right thin...Don't know why this seemed like the right thing to post here . . . it's a little specific to flying , but I ran across it and I just wanted to add it.<br /><br />“To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in a place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and when in which you vanished.” <br />― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Travelersunspothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06531314478860755377noreply@blogger.com