This was my work station yesterday evening,
where I studied until the late hours of the night.
Sometimes I forget what it is all for. I feel so discouraged and uncertain and incapable.
I wonder if I am doing the right thing.
I found myself staring at the flames in front of me for a long time. And I was reminded of this quote that I read last week in Emerson's essay "The Poet".
"But the highest minds of the world have never ceased to explore the double meaning, or, shall I say, the quadruple, or the centuple, or much more manifold meaning, of every sensuous fact... for we are not pans and barrows, nor even porters of the fire and torchbearers, but children of the fire, made of it, and only the same divinity transmuted, and at two or three removes, when we know least about it."
Food for thought.