Through me you pass into the city of woe:

Through me you pass into eternal pain:

Through me among the people lost for aye…

Before me things create were none, save things

Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

– Dante Alighieri – The Divine Comedy

Ph : Jerry Uelsmann

The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

– Clarissa Pinkola Estés –

Ph : Marc Lagrange