Daily Signet

Mastering an art lies in loss of self in the art—as in the art of living.
Pits come when we are thinking most about ourselves. Pain makes us self-aware. Joy makes us other-aware; joy makes us aware of life—of the dance.
When I am in the pits, if I forget myself, I can always do my greatest thinking, my greatest creativity.

William M. Boast

On This Day…

Wilfred Owen born 1893 in Oswestry, England, died 1918: World War I poet killed the last day of the war
Works: Dulce et Decorum Est, Anthem for Doomed Youth, The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
Quotes: “My subject is war, and the pity of war. The poetry is the pity.” “Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.”