There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure.
— From THE WAVES by Virginia Woolf. Happy Birthday, Virginia! (via readandbreathe)
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