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Post by Charlotte on Jun 7, 2018 11:18:28 GMT -5
When a thread gets too long, proboard has a hard time responding Love this image of Prometheus having brought fire down from heaven, then I think of premonition of Nature lodging within Universal Consciousness anticipating/attracting/promting new life-forms to evolve sustained by the existing kingdoms. Till I find Prometheus Found Prometheus Rooted in the Poet's language is quantum mechanics, the soul's language writ in perishable forms - active presences, particles, striving to form an entrance, dark matter that will not clear until we give airy nothings a habitation and a name. As some perfected flower, Iris or Lily, is born patterning heav'nly beauty, a pictur'd idea that hath no other expression for us, nor coud hav: for thatt which Lily or Iris tell cannot be told by poetry or by music in their secret tongues, nor is it discerptible in logic, but is itself an absolute piece of Being, and we know not, nay, nor search not by what creative miracle the soul's language is writ in perishable forms- yet are we aware of such existences crowding, mysterious beauties unexpected, unreveal'd, phantasies intangible investing us closely, hid from our eyes by skies that will not clear; active presences, striving to form an entrance, like bodyless exiled souls in dumb urgence pleading to be brought to birth in our conscient existence, as if our troubled lot wer the life they long'd for; even as poor mortals thirst for immortality:- And every divination of Natur or reach of Art is nearer attainment to the divine plentitude of understanding, and in moments of Vision their unseen company is the breath of Life:-
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 8, 2018 10:56:49 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 9, 2018 9:44:56 GMT -5
How the mind of man from inconscient existence cometh thru' the animal by growth of reasoning to'and spiritual conscience hath been duly told: And Reason—being essentially (as in place 'twas found) the idea of Order, and thus itself the opportenance of essences, with them passing from physical unto spiritual order in a mind endued with conscience of the higher spiritual essences— Reason (say I) will rise to awareness of its rank in the Ring of Existence, where man looketh up to the first cause of all; and wil itself decree and order discretly the attitude of the soul seeking self-realization in the vision of God, becoming at the last thatt arch-conscience of all, to which the Greek sage who possess'd it made appeal. THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY ls.wisc.edu/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Socrates_teaching_Perikles-Nicolas_Guibal-IMG_5308.jpgSpying the bust of Socrates in a museum in Alexandria, Egypt, briefly contemplating his face, he seemed to say to me: 'now you know what you're up against'.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 13, 2018 8:25:41 GMT -5
The allure of bodily beauty is mutual in mankind as is the instinct of breed, which tho' it seem i' the male more active, is i' the female more predominant, more deeply engaging life, grave and responsibility. Thus while in either sex celibat lives are led without impoverishment of intellect or will, this thing is rare in women, whereas in the man virginity may seem a virile energy in its angelic liberty, prerequisit to the perfection of some high personality.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 14, 2018 8:58:41 GMT -5
And here we are driv'n to enquire of Reason how it cam that bodily beauty is deem'd a feminine attribute, since not by science nor æsthetick coud we arrive at such a judgement. But not trifingly to trench on prehistoric problems, 'twilenough to say that from the first it may not always have been so, and primary of beauty may hav once lain with the male, in days of pagan savagery, afore men left their hunting and took tillige of the fields in hand, superseding the women and all their moon-magic, to invent a reason'd labor and intensiv culture, as now 'tis seen;—whether in remotest orient lands whose cockcrow is our curfew, where Chineses swarm teasing their narrow plots with hand and hoe, carrying their own dung on their heads obsequiously as ants; or on our western farms where now machines usurp such manual labor, and have with their strange forms dethroned the heraldry of the seasons, fair emblems of eld that seem'd the inalienable imagery of mankinde.
THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY
Robert Bridges
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 16, 2018 10:24:09 GMT -5
Posted also on FB, John Denver's tune "Aye Calypso I sing to your spirit", starting with an explaination how the song came about. Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit The men who have served you so long and so well Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you To light up the darkness and show us the way For though we are strangers in your silent world To live on the land we must lern from the sea To be true as the tide and feww as the wind swell Joyful and loving in letting it be Aye Calypso . . . I sing to the Reader's spirit
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 21, 2018 8:41:07 GMT -5
Happy Summer Solstice!
When I said to my Father that people say this or the other, he would say 'people talk much, especially in the summer when the days are long'. The best days are with few words, methinks.
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Post by Don Barone on Jun 23, 2018 6:18:24 GMT -5
Happy Summer Solstice! When I said to my Father that people say this or the other, he would say 'people talk much, especially in the summer when the days are long'. The best days are with few words, methinks. Aw yes ... The Summer of '69" ... I remember it well both the song and the event
Cheers Don
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 23, 2018 9:26:04 GMT -5
Nature ne'ertheless singeth loud in her prison, and for all ecstacy these mystics find no language but to echo again the psalm of her captivity; nay, furthermore, the doctrine esoteric in their rapt divines and their diviner poets—this the novice knew— is the reincarnation of their renounced desire.
Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly of imperfection. Ther is no motiv can rebate or decompose the intrinsic joy of active life, wherin all function whatsoever in man is based.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 25, 2018 8:44:07 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 1, 2018 10:16:05 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 6, 2018 8:32:33 GMT -5
Hope everyone had a good weekend. Invaded my mind and detoned my Soul years ago, Time is sipping through my mind I look I see I hurt good I don't mind. Good songs follow
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 10, 2018 8:14:48 GMT -5
Recognizing Jerry as "a conscious tool of the universe", who "equates Deadheads to people that like black licorice. There aren't many people that like black licorice, but the ones that do, REALLY REALLY like it. Or buttermilk or whatever". I really really like buttermilk and the Grateful Dead. "Magic is what we do, music is how we do it". "Music goes way back before language does. And music is the key to a whole spiritual existence which this society doesn't even talk about". "All I know is if you listen to society, you'll never get anywhere". Good thing I never did else I would not have gotten here
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 14, 2018 8:37:39 GMT -5
Who are we?
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 17, 2018 17:33:31 GMT -5
Recognizing Jerry as "a conscious tool of the universe", who "equates Deadheads to people that like black licorice. There aren't many people that like black licorice, but the ones that do, REALLY REALLY like it. Or buttermilk or whatever". I really really like buttermilk and the Grateful Dead. "Magic is what we do, music is how we do it". "Music goes way back before language does. And music is the key to a whole spiritual existence which this society doesn't even talk about". "All I know is if you listen to society, you'll never get anywhere". Good thing I never did else I would not have gotten here CGC-Graded Grateful Dead 1966 Concert Poster Brings World Record Price!A rare, CGC-graded 1966 Grateful Dead Skeleton and Roses concert poster realized a world record price of $50,600 in an auction held August 9, 2018 by Psychedelic Art Exchange. The poster was independently authenticated and graded by Certified Guaranty Company (CGC) as 9.4 on a scale of 10, and generated interest from collectors around the world.
Just thought you would want to know
Cheers Grandpa
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 18, 2018 9:48:41 GMT -5
Thanks Don, no surprise to me, magic is what they do transporting those who love them down to the River.....
Jerry is the Candyman
Come on pretty women with your hair hanging down open up your window 'cause the candyman's in town
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 19, 2018 8:32:17 GMT -5
The forms of beauty are but Beauty's shade, Within Time's crystal for a moment glassed, Frail images of fluxive substance made, That every shape informs and none holds fast; Beauty herself is constant as a star, And steadfast rides in her exhalted sphere, She has her own eternal calendar, That nothing sorts with earth's corruptive year, So when my senses bring thee to my mind, I count thy beauty but thy outward dress, The gracious model Nature's hand designed To counterfeit thy inseen loveliness;
Thyself and Beauty are so nearly one, Thou shalt not change while Time himself doth run.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 20, 2018 9:53:41 GMT -5
James Young Gibson
Finally took the time to look up Mr. Gibson who translated Journey to Parnassus by Cervantes, which journey would not be near as enchanting were it not for Mr. Gibson being at home at the Poet's mind.
Mr. Gibson (1826 - 1886) "was an essayist and translater ... born in Edinburgh, the son of William Gibson, a merchant in the city.
"He attended Edinburgh University from 1842 and then studied divinity with the United Presbyterian Curch from 1847 to 1852. In his vacation 1851 -1852 he studied at Halle University in Germany.
"On his return he received a tutoring job with Henry Birkbeck's family at Keswick Hall whilst awaiting a post as a minister. In July 1853 he was ordained and took up a post in the United Presbyterian Church in Melrose in the Scottish Borders. He held this role until his health broke down in 1859. He then took a long break in which he devoted himself to study and travelling, including a trip to Cairo and the Holy Land in 1856.
"In 1871 he accompanied Alexander J. Duffield on a tour of iron mines in Spain. During this period Gibson developed a strong love of Spanish poetry, and began working on translations. In 1872 he returned to Britain, living in London. By 1878 he was again in poor health. During this period he worked on Duffield translations of "Don Quixote", adding a more poetical edge to these. This was eventually published in 1881.
"On 11 September 1883, rather late in life, he married Margaret Dunlop Smith, one of the "Westminster Sisters". The marriage took place in Wildbad in Germany. She was an intellectual and author in her own right, having published "How the Codex was Found". From 1884 they lived in Long Ditton. ... He died at Ramsgate but is buried in Dean Cemetary in Edinburgh near the north-east corner of the original cemetary".
What was it about Gibson and Duffield touring "iron mines", during which Gibson "developed a strong love for Spanish poetry?"
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 21, 2018 8:52:07 GMT -5
Alexander J. Duffield spent some time in Bolivia and Peru as a mining chemist, hence the tour of iron mines with James Y. Gibson. Duffield a mining chemist and Gibson a Minister, translating the high-minded works of Cervantes. The erudite Westminster Sisters Mr. Gibson married Margaret, one of the "Westminster Sisters", who "were Semetic scholars ... learned more than twelve languages between them, and became pioneers in their academic work, and benefactors to the Presbyterian Church of England, especially to Westminster College, Cambridge. "Agnes's discovery of the Syriac Sinaiticus. on one of her many journes to Sinai, was the most important manuscript since that of the Codex Sinaiticus in 1859 and "the contribution the twins made to cataloguing the Arabic and Syriac manuscripts at St. Catherine's Monastery was literally incalcuable. "The twins were brought up by their father John (their mother Margaret Dunlop having died two weeks after their birth on 11 January 1843), a solicitor and amateur linguist. They were educated in private schools in Birkenhead and London, interspersed with travels in Europe guided by their father. "After John's death they settled in London and joined the Presbyterian church in Clapham Road. Already conversationally fluent in German, French and Italian, they continued to learn languages and travelled in Europe and the Middle East, including travelling up the Nile and visiting Palestine in 1868. In 1870, Agnes wrote Eastern Pilgrims, an account of their experiences in Egypt and Palestine.. In 1883, Agnes and Margaret, by then also quite fluent in Greek, travelled to Athen and other parts of Greece, beginning a lifelong affectionate relationship with Greek Orthodoxy, whose monks occupied St. Catherine's Monastery at Sinai. On 11 September 1883, Margaret married James Young Gibson, a scholar trained for the ministry, but then working on translations; and in 1887, Agnes married Samuel Savage Lewis, librarian of Corpus Christy College, Cambridge. Samuel had also trained as a clergyman. Each marriage was soon ended with the death of the husband. Margaret's marriage only lasted slightly over three years". This can be called an Education allied with language, travel, the Orthodox Church, and, as I mention at times, when curious about something, I huddle with the Monks. Conventional history gives information, a bit of insight, but to learn I rely on the priestly cast and scholars such as these. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_and_Margaret_Smith
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 22, 2018 8:30:34 GMT -5
Ixxiv Of the Portrait
This, at last, we may affirm with confidence, that no more admirable portraiture need be desired of the captive - poet who wrote the famous letter to Mateo Vazquez from Algiers; or of him who, when the gold of his beard had changed to silver (to use his own words), essayed the adventurous Jounrney to Parnassus. In its homely garb, and manly bearing, it forms a perfect illustration of the mingle pride and modesty which characerize Cervantes' pithy speech to Mercury the epitome, in fact, of his whole literary life.
My Lord, I'm poor, and to Parnassus bound, And, thus accoutred, seek my journey's end!
In conclusion, to broach a kindred subject, may we remind our Spanish readers (if such there be) that the long - talked - of Memorial to Cervantes, on a scale of befitting grandeur, is still one of the cosas de Espana? A certain enthusiastic but critical Scotsman, while lately loitering on the Plaza de las Cortes of Madrid, and looking up at the puny statue, with its appendages, which affects to represent the grandest genius of Spain in the very face of its enlightened Parliament and remembering at the same time, with no little pride, what a veritable poem in stone his own romantic town has created in honour of the Scottish Cervantes could not help indulging in the following simple soliloquy, on the contrasted honours paid to national genius in
EDINBURGH AND MADRID
To thee, Cervantes, Spain more glory true Owes, than to monarch, priest, or statesman vain; More wealth, than ever o'er the Spanish main Her stately galleons brought from far Peru! A true-born son of thine in him we view, Our Wizard of the North, whose teeming brain
Did make poor Scotland rich, and struck the vein which drained the Old World, to enrich the New! Scot sits, a King, beneath his Gothic shrine, And proud Edina guards the sculptured stone; Can grand Madrid affor no kinglier throne For thee to grace, whose work she deems divine?
O soul sublime! O name without a blot! Receive this tribute from a kindly Scot.
J. Y. G.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 25, 2018 9:41:06 GMT -5
Been looking high and low, left and right to better understand what I don't comprehend.
For example, honour is paid to Cervantes in Edinburgh and Madrid:
"To thee, Cervantes, Spain more glory true Owes, than to monarch, priest, or statesman vain; More wealth, than ever o'er the Spanish main Her stately galleons brought from Peru! A true-born son of thine in him we view, Our Wizard of the North, whose teaming brain Did make poor Scotland rich, and struck the vain Which drained the Old World, to enrich the New!"
This, then, reminds me of the Colonization of the New World by draining the Old, the Works of Cervantes more precious than all the gold of Peru, so to say, and why did Mr. Gibson called Cervantes the Wizard of the North, Spain is south/west in Europe.
There is much uncertainty concerning the identity of Cervantes and of Shakespeare who were contemporaries. Unaware yet of the personality question, when reading Cervantes it was and is often as if I am reading the Bard of Avon.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 29, 2018 11:05:07 GMT -5
Apparently, Mr. Gibson laments about the lack of a "kinglier throne" in Madrid to honor Cervantes, who merits more glory than a "monarch, priest, or statesman vain", more precious than the wealth brought in the stately galleons from Peru, whose teaming brain made "poor Scotland rich, and struck the vain which drained the Old World, to enrich the New!" Cervantes, Sir Francis Bacon, and Shakespeare were contemporaries. Considering the Office held by Lord Bacon at the Court of Elizabeth I, his prolific and profound Works to regenerate Humanity as set forth in "New Atlantis" where "they sailed from Peru". It was Lord Bacon and Friends who drained the Old World to enrich the New. We know little about Shakespeare, Francis gives us endless knowledge apropos enriching the New World. There was "a well-beaten path" to a room at Durham House where the journey to America was planned by the Gilbert Brothers, Ralegh et al to "sail across the ocean with a motley crew of pirates and criminals, -- such needie people of our countrie which now trouble the commonwealth. As a first step, thieves, murderers and wastrels could be sent across the Atlantic, the jetsome of society who had committed outragious offences whereby they are daily consumed with the gallowes". These folks were recruited thereabouts "Eastcheap" Old English for market, produce market and the main meat market in the City of London". Aha, their descendants seem to be with us still In King Henry the Fourth, Shakespeare tells about Eastcheap and the Boar's Head Tavern. The Prince of Wales bids "Ned" to come out of the smoky room and lend him his hand so they can laugh a little. If interested, in King Henry the Fourth, the name Francis is written 25 times in the 2 pages I have open, one segment: "Anon Francis? No Francis; but to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, a Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But Francis - " The repeating cannot be missed. So who conspired to drain the Old World to enrich the New? There is a "Boars Head Resort" in Charlottesville, Virginia, and the Supermarket "Ralphs" offers Boars Head Ham and other so name products, however, I buy only grass-fed meat and organic. Just saying. Every Tom, Dick, and Francis Poins. Where hast been, Hal? Prince. With three ot four loggerheads amongst three or four-score hogsheads. I have sounded the very bass-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to the leash of drawers and can call them all by their christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvataion that, though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy (by the Lord so they call me!), and when I am King of England I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap". "Drawers" is explained as "wine-waiters", a leash being a set of three, a Brotherhood, fratres jurati. Francis is called a "Drawer", perhaps he served wine as he can swear by all the books in England he could find in his heart. The Prince. "How old art thou? Francis. Let me see. About Michaelmass next I shall be - Poins. [within] Francis. This profound, I don't know what the [within] means and my understanding differs partly from explanations given.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 30, 2018 10:32:45 GMT -5
It is a marvelous thing how Shakespeare, Bacon, and Cervantes inspired many other great minds, not only the general public of Europe but the world population took a general raise, a momentuous wave lifting the boat of us fools.
A bit more on the subject. There was Eastcheap and Westcheap, later become Cheapside, a meeting place for the gentry and bustling place for commerce.
Much ado about Cheapside
"In a more contemporay treatment, the Cheapside of the Middle Ages was referenced in a derogatory sense in the 2001 movie A Knights Tale as being the poor, unhealthy and low-class birthplace anf home of the unlikely hero."
Known at the time as mentioned in my last post. Again noting Dr. Dolittle, published in 1951, Hugh Lofting "names a quarrelsome London sparrow with a Cockney accent Cheapside. He lives most of the year in St. Edmund's left ear in St. Paul's Cathedral and is invided to the African country of Fantippo to deliver mail to cities because the other birds are not able to navigate city streets", intimating that only birds living in the ear of a Saint can navigate the streets. Clever.
"By tradition, a true Cockney must be born withing the sound of the church bells of St. Mary-le-Bow" built by Christopher Wren in 1680. Belonging to this multi-faceted story is "Long Arrow", an "American Indian, son of Golden Arrow. He is the world's greatest naturalist, specializing in botony and traveling through the mountains of Peru and Spider Monkey Island. He has learned the language of eagles and thus is able to communicate with Dr. Dolittle".
Dr. Dolittle and Long Arrow speak the language of the Eagles. Then there is William Shakespeare the Tenth, nicknamed "Willy", who "is a tribal leader of Sea Star Island, a floating tropical paradise. He and his tribe are well educated in literature and history and each citizen is able to speak several languages ever since different books have washed up on Sea Star Island". In the film, Dr. Dolittle brings the books with him on what's left of their boat.
Of Cervantes we know the date of his death, "April 23, 1616. A familiar date, the date of Shakespeare's death. -- No friar or nun, no member of Cervantes' family, no friend took the trouble to mark his grave. He never lived in the house now shown to tourists as his own in Esquivias, and Catalina, his wife, never owned any property in the street named after her, Calle de Dona Catalina. The house where Cervantes was born, in Alcala de Henares, was pulled down in 1955. Over and over again in Don Quixote -- 33 times in fact - - we are told that the real author is an Arab historian, Cid Hamet Benengely. There is no such person. Cid is a Spanish title, a lord; it is a word of high esteem. Hamet is one letter short of Hamlet; Ben is Hebrew for son, Engeli could mean England."
Reading the '2 page' biography of Shakespeare, I got stuck on his son being named Hamet. This was a good refresher. I for one hold that Sir Francis Bacon is the author of the Works of Shakespeare and Cervantes.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 31, 2018 8:43:29 GMT -5
Sorting through my books, which to keep, which to take to library, I looked inside "The History of Renaissance Art" by Elie Faure, published in 1937. The only words on the first page after the Introduction Withdraw and pray, while that I do engage upon this unequal and perilous combat. Cervantes It is one book of a collection of three, in the second, Montaigne: I do not paint the being, I paint the passage. The third, Dante Alighieri: ... the voices seemed all to form the same song, so perfect was their accord. I read a few pages in each book, think I'll keep them.
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Post by Charlotte on Nov 5, 2018 10:22:13 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Dec 5, 2018 10:48:16 GMT -5
Might add it is again raining and we're grateful.
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Post by Charlotte on Dec 18, 2018 10:53:23 GMT -5
Poetry is as a dream of learning, a thing sweet and varied, and that would be thought to have in it something divine, a character which dreams likewise affect. But now it is time for me to awake, and rising above the earth, to wing my way through the clear air of philosophy and the sciences.
Sir Francis Bacon
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Post by Charlotte on Dec 19, 2018 10:04:41 GMT -5
As touching the explication of Mysteries, we see that God vouchsaveth to descend to the weekness of our capacity, so expressing and unfolding His Mysteries as they may be best comprehended by us; and inaculate, as it were, His Revelations upon the conceptions and notions of our Reason; and so applying His inspiration to open our understandings, as the form of the key is fitted to the ward of the lock. In which respect notwithstanding, we ought not to be wanting to ourselves; for seeing God makes use of the faculty and function of Reason in His Illuminations, we ought also in every way to employ and improve the same, whereby we may become more capable to receive and draw in such Holy Mysteries; with this caution, that the mind for its module be dilated to the amplitude of the Mysteries, and not the Mysteries be girt into the small compass of the mind.
Sir Francis Bacon
Advancement of Learning, Book I (1605)
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 10, 2019 9:48:55 GMT -5
Good Sunday
This song playing in my mind for a few days.
Today I went walking in the amber wind, There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine But now it beats down on the asphalt land Like a hammering blow from Gods's left hand What little still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 6, 2019 12:17:26 GMT -5
Song, Poetry, a little science, and a crown of Roses for the Dead.
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