Has 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 MachadoWherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.
Antonio MachadoMy soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.
Antonio Machado