Virginia Woolf

The Vale of Soul-Making

… well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others… Beneath it all is dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.  — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. (Pomona Press January 1, 2006) Originally published May 5th 1927.

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