On the night that the Second World war was declared, there were crowds in the street. It was a summer's night and there was a blackout. On every side you heard people crying: 'Look at the moon!' The moon had been there every minute of their lives and they'd never seen it.
Laurens van der PostMan is never alone. Acknowledged or unacknowledged, that which dreams through him is always there to support him from within.
Laurens van der PostLife is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril.
Laurens van der Post