Grand Central Station

[H]ow can one know what is solid and what is true when life continually interrupts the moment and dissolves the vision? . . . [O]nly in silence and solitude can one experience the moment of vision . . . Thus and only thus can one live in contact with that total reality “beside which nothing matters.”
The Still Point: “Virginia Woolf’s Moment of Reality”
Ethel F. Cornwell