The artist and philosophy Rockwell Kent Kent in breaching nearby detects – Margicinain

The point, is, of course, making your own strength – to feel the strength of your kindness and spirit.

Inside the program, these perpetual life opportunities are not easily available – should be sworn, taken, and offered to him.

Thirteen and afternoon aftern afternoon afternoon, in 1914, before the WWI and five years before receiving the creative spirit and health on the island of Alaskan, artist and philosopher and philosopher. Rockall Kent (June 21, 1882-March 13, 1971) Bhold the small boat to Greenland. His employees were with him, the Parisian Skipper called the cupid, and the captain, his boat and named it Track After her credit that idea is the most important thing one should have in life.

Kent, who had just changed thirty-two twenty and felt hard to heal as a singer, a heated for a trip by the trip by Navigamat. But he took a serious job – and his painting paper and inks, packed a written book when copying the Navigation book. The old Consosophy Naviligation – after a little escape to crushed by the Icebergs, Kent would show:

Even in the best position keeps your eyes on where you want to attend.

Where he wanted to be unknown, he was not directed but for a glittering desire to break free from the chains of the habit, communication with something like many. You open N with e e e e (library) – Great account of his year in Greenland – at the time of dumping a happy thought in Beckoning Horizon as New York Harbor disappears in the background:

The bright sun shines upon us; The pool was blue under the wind, and glorious, how hard we are! The whole world is far away from our thought. How is the colorful lens! With it we see a Vista ahead of our life. Here, on average the number of waters expire in our belongings of Paphaphdakhavua and the painsight the division, the golden future moved to us, and motivated us – soon – soon – soon! – Disregering all things but the adversary of adventure. And when a world is decreasing, decreasing and decreasing and disappearing, before we disappeared in the unregistered new world and approached them. Who can deny the eternal soul of the person in need of unknown; Not because of knowing knowing, not appreciation or information or wisdom, but what need to use the need for knowing? What is that need but the idea of ​​the thought of the new and innocent of its creative trading? Of things and facts are assured of us and they are known to do the best, and live with it. That Humdrum is the price of life. We are living in those wonderful and false moments of our thoughts that can build on the passing grave of experience.

Tenseven in the decader later, Georgia O'keEfe will find an artist to be a musician in “Making your unknown … and lasts anonymous regularly for you.”

Anonymously in us is more than us is more because all the time is within us – what is what is real tree, why can it be so clarified and is dragged at the same time.

Kent touches this awesome fun at his first night closed by people who can disturb all on the side:

As black and stars come out, and the dark sea seems unchanging the unexpected riots of its stability, as the lights are turned off. And about the panic stresses me because I now feel about it is near; Under Keel and look at the depth, – I too, was covered size.

There is an open sea, where “the Kent faces a” unaithful city, “dealt with the most important of existence, why are we doing, meaningful, meaning, meaningfulness, and the purpose of opposing the earth?

I'm so strange to be here in a small boat! – And not accidentally, not to throw here from danger, but willfully! What purpose? And if I remind myself how I learned about Greenland and for many years he wished to go there, I learned and from all the splendor, and I found the soil, touching their soil, to touch their soil. The stones of their entry, walking into the sea with them to think about viking like them, – then I can brag purpose including my You'll bring me here. And yet this moment is its conflict. Darkness and Spirit! Size that cannot be comparable to the space and things! My weak hands hold Tiller; My eyes look good in the stars in this way throwing the masthead or to view the bow tide as we divide the oceans. I'm holding a lesson. I cannot imagine or will not, no power, change it.

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Dream? Here's really reality sounds bone.

N with e e e e fully-read fury. Couplet it's for Kent's shown in the wilderness, knocked on nine months.