"Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost."
Is that not lovely? In looking it up and double-checking it, I found also this quote from The Wake, which I shall add to my commonplace book when I get home:
"It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best."
That second quote reminds me of a bit I especially love from the movie Shakespeare in Love, involving Geoffrey Rush's character, Philip Henslowe:
Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Believe me, to be closed by the plague is a bagatelle in the ups and downs of owning a theatre.
So what do we do?
Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
I don't know. It's a mystery.
WILLI have no clue why I was thinking "and nothing is truly lost", but it sent me to re-read his poem (also a picture book) Instructions, in case it came from there, and then I found its true source, plus a new quote, plus I was reminded of my favorite bit (which repeats another two times) from Shakespeare in Love, so I'm thankful it popped into my head.
We are lost.
No, it will turn out well.
How will it?
I don't know, it's a mystery.