“The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.” — Haruki Murakami
“Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you’ll find it there.”
