I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Antonio MachadoAll uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand
Antonio MachadoHas my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreamingโ its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence
Antonio Machado