“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” -Vincent Van Gogh
I came across this remark from Vincent Van Gogh and it immediately struck a chord. I’ve written before of having little certainty about anything, particularly the big questions of life. It’s always reassuring to see that others share the same viewpoint although I kind of wish I was sharing this point of view with someone whose life turned out slightly better than did Van Gogh’s.
Makes me wonder what he was dreaming about? Was he dreaming of of color and shape or was he imagining himself flying through the night sky, his starry night? Was he dreaming of a place without the need for belief or certainty?
I don’t know. Of that I’m certain but I do wonder…
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