The Philosophotographer

Blurring the line between the sacred and the profane.

There is a coherence in things, a stability; something is immune from change and shines out in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.

—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

—Robert Frost, “Desert Places”

The noblest fiction is a fetish, the most sublime fictitious sentiment is a vice.

—Martin Buber, I and Thou

Modern art is not propaganda but revelation. It shows that the reality of our existence is as it is. It does not cover up the reality in which we are living.

—Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

—Chuang Tzu, Nua-Hua Chen-Ching