“I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you can rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff” TryingI CanLightSpiritForceCausesCan DoSpaceSecretPathSeeingWindWaveSpreadGiantsSailParticlesBeamPuffRigsDeep Space Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK
“Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?” ThinkingWantFeelsWritingYearsStillsI CanHardDreamHurtBehindsSilenceChildhoodDyingCryWindRiversTwentiesPressureLeavingWaveScaredPityBoatYour DreamsChestsBowsI Want YouIt HurtsFrontiersTwenty OneRainyOld YouSqueezingFeel Like Dying Book:The Things They Carried Source: The Things They Carried