And that was what she often felt the need of - to think;
well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.
All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated;
and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself.
When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless."
~ Virginia Woolf
A little more blogged here