The base of life is specific to the person. Here is Virginia Woolf’s:
If life has a base that it stands upon, if it is a bowl that one fills and fills and fills – then my bowl without a doubt stands upon this memory. It is of lying asleep, half awake, in a bed in the nursery at St Ives. It is of hearing waves breaking, one, two, one, two, and sending a splash of water over the beach; and then breaking, one, two, one, two, behind a yellow blind. It is of hearing the blind draw its little acorn across the floor as the wind blew the blind out. It is of lying and hearing this splash and seeing this light, and feeling, it is almost impossible that I should be here; of feeling the purest ecstasy I could conceive.
That phrase! -- ". . . hearing the blind draw its little acorn across the floor. . . ."
(Quoted from page 64 of “A Sketch of the Past,” in Moments of Being, edited by Jeanne Schulkind. Harcourt, Brace, 1985.)
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