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Quarry Hill Creative Center in Rochester, VT, founded 1946 by Barbara and Irving Fiske, is Vermont's oldest alternative community and at one time was probably also its largest. In the 60s -80s, as many as 90 people lived here.
It was and is visited each year, often in summer (but in every season, really) by visitors from all over the world.
We welcome interesting and creative people who are peaceful, bring no weapons, don't believe in hitting children or killing animals, and enjoy the beauty of Vermont and of themselves.

Most of us do not adhere to any particular dogma or religion, though many do find Eastern philosophy closest to our own thought (some of us are also members of the Quakers/Society of Friends).
We value the individual, particularly people who are energetic and have a sense of humor.
Visitors are welcome-- and prospective residents, too. There are some places for rent, others for sale. If interested, get in touch!
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"The symbol is the enemy of the reality, and the reality is ever one's true guide, true friend, true companion, and true self." Irving Fiske, 1908-1990

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Ahab and Starbuck speak of the delights of home and of a human eye...

Close! stand close to me, Starbuck; let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God. By the green ; by the bright hearthstone! this is the magic glass, man; I see my wife and my child in thine eye. -- Ahab in Moby Dick by Herman Melville… We have been thinking a lot about Moby Dick lately, the book on which I was raised as though it were food or milk for a small child. It was the story of our lives-- the refusal to bow down to the life fate had ordained for people like ourselves, or I think that is how my parents saw it. We would not be workers, slaves, humble before god or Gods. We would "strike the sun if it insulted us." WE, artists and writers, would chase the white whale of freedom all around the world… even if it meant that we perished in the attempt to have absolute freedom. Strike through the mask! And great is my joy that we were so free, yet would I have my brother, who, I think, misunderstood the meaning of this freedom, and like Ahab perished… by my side...

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