As of this beautiful west coast morning my quote is firmly affixed to the very large and anomalous White Rock after which my city is named.
Being is not a steady state but an occulting one: we are all of us a succession of stillnesses blurring into motion on the wheel of action, and it is in those spaces of black between the pictures that we find the heart of the mystery in which we are never allowed to rest.
I've also posted an SA4QE post on my web site.
Happy Birthday Russ!
White Rock BC