Yogis

When I first saw pictures in books of yogis sitting cross-legged in the woods in the forests of India, something would make me look twice. I’d notice their faces. And it wasn’t the face of a man wasting time. It was the face of a man holding something that I not only wanted, but I didn’t know about. I was drawn to it. There was such a presence of power and dignity — and an absence of fear. Many of their countenances held playfulness or love, or power and strength.

— David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity (2006)

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