From Parabola:
Doré, "Creation of Light."
"Why do Heaven and Earth last forever?
Because they
do not exist for themselves.”
—Laozi
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Clostridium, Rose window from Strasbourg Cathedral.
"We cannot live only for ourselves.
A thousand fibers connect us
with our fellow men;
and among those fibers,
as sympathetic threads,
our actions run as causes,
and they come back
to us as effects.”
—Herman Melville
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Monica Denevan, "Apple Orchard," China 2007.
"In one way or another,
the Cosmos we inhabit -
human body, house, territory,
world - communicates from
above with another
level which is transcendent.”
—Mircea Eliade
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Photograph by Jerry Uelsemann.
Annunciation
Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does –
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
—Marie Howe
Doré, "Creation of Light."
"Why do Heaven and Earth last forever?
Because they
do not exist for themselves.”
—Laozi
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Clostridium, Rose window from Strasbourg Cathedral.
"We cannot live only for ourselves.
A thousand fibers connect us
with our fellow men;
and among those fibers,
as sympathetic threads,
our actions run as causes,
and they come back
to us as effects.”
—Herman Melville
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Monica Denevan, "Apple Orchard," China 2007.
"In one way or another,
the Cosmos we inhabit -
human body, house, territory,
world - communicates from
above with another
level which is transcendent.”
—Mircea Eliade
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Photograph by Jerry Uelsemann.
Annunciation
Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does –
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
—Marie Howe
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