Lightness

History is as light as individual human life,
unbearably light,
light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air,
as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.

― Milan Kundera

Glorious Afternoon

To sit with a dog on a hillside
on a glorious afternoon
is to be back in Eden,
where doing nothing was not boring
– it was peace.

— Milan Kundera