[They left the graveyard then, and returned to the royal house, where they had to speak sternly to the children before they’d finally go to bed.] Then they, too, lay down on mattresses stuffed with straw, hearing the music of the flies to buzz them to sleep, holding each other’s hands as they dozed, thinking of the miracles by which love works its will in the world.
— Orson Scott Card, from Enchantment (via the-final-sentence)
People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked.
There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge - that is everywhere.