I confess I do not believe in time … And the highest enjoyment of timelessness – in a landscape selected at random – is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.
This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love.
Vladimir Nabokov, Russian, author, book quote from “Speak, Memory”, 1951
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