Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Can’t you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get round in front.
G.K. Chesterton (from the wonderfully thoughtful and provactive Whiskey River) (via crashinglybeautiful)
