Tao Te Ching

“The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.”

— Ayn Rand 1905 – 1982 CE
(Alisa Zinovyevna Rosenbaum)
from Anthem