To know the mind of God? Easy: all you need is love.
15 Oct 2005
14 Oct 2005
Wind become the breath I breathe, light enter into my eye a vision of what is above us. Even in darkness, I absorb things; even in silence, my ears feel the hollow of these hallways. I have lit candles all along the way, and some have even given light to those who came my way — quite by accident. I have given hope to a tragic few, whose names I must not name, that they had a hero in this ordinary soul, for those who were great were too far over them…. And I have dreamed of light that filled the marrows of my bones, erasing all that I pretend to be, to reveal that which was beneath all the façades, nothing but that which looked out from his I am. And I exhale the breath that joins again the breezes, and all I need of flight is love, love being everywhere to any of we who would believe….
13 Oct 2005
Murmur (7 of 7)
11 Oct 2005
Purity of heart and simplicity are of great force with Almighty God, who is in purity most singular, and of nature most simple.
Murmur (6 of 7)
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to be concluded…
10 Oct 2005
Murmur (5 of 7)
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to be continued…
8 Oct 2005
I have heard it said that death (I think) is no parenthesis — but it really makes for punctuation, to be sure.
7 Oct 2005
When does that realization come, that not everything is something to play with? That things have uses outside of their capacity for our enjoyment? Only recently have I realized it, though it must have happened years ago: I look around, and very few things are toys any more. And the most toy-like things, like my computer — even these have their main uses other than as playthings. When do these purposes occur to us, when a box is merely something to hold other things, to be stored or shipped, and no longer a piece of a fortress of solitude? I guess it comes down to it that childhood really does end, however we may feel that we have never really grown up. But it is not a sad thing, because so much more can be done with a world that is no longer filled merely with toys. With a world where things have function other than just to amuse us for a little while, and then be forgotten.
6 Oct 2005
If you have failings, ask God often whether it be His honor and pleasure to take them away from you; for without Him you can do nothing. If he takes them away, thank Him; but if He does not do that, you will bear it no more, however, as the defect of a sin, but as a great trial with which you are to gain merit and practice patience. You should be content, whether or not He accords you His gift.
The lightning cracks as if to drive the rain forever on.
Doom arrives not in sunlight, to my thinking, but in the downpour.
The end cometh neither by fire nor ice, but endless water….
4 Oct 2005
I dream that I lived my whole life over, yet make the same mistakes — just to see what they would be like the second time around.
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What is love? We all at one time or another have thought we knew. But perhaps it is so simple a thing that we will none of us ever understand it. You may trace the outline of its paradoxes, like when we are most in love, the least we are able to express what it truly is, then realize that to think of it in such a manner — that of some intellectual conundrum — is to miss the point entirely. And somehow, to reduce it just to a feeling… this would be as if to say that a vision of a thing is as good as the thing itself: for all we who do believe in love, it is a realer phenomenon than speaks any sweetness in the soul. For perhaps to best know love is to know the fruits of love, as merely to say that love can move mountains is nothing compared to seeing that mountain actually moved…. But then, when we do this, it is then only to know love’s most outward appearance. Can we hope for better? Or can we say, at most, “Love is love,” and to shrug our shoulders — that we must all mean something close enough to each other’s ideas of it when we speak of it — is this all we can do? Or is it to say, “Love is love,” and have that to mean that anything we do with our heart in the right place — that is love? Or is it, finally, “Love is love,” why are you asking of what you already know, in a question that can never be answered — for what is love? Instead of all this, perhaps the time would be better spent in moving mountains.
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3 Oct 2005
Murmur (4 of 7)
to be continued…