05/31/17 - (Air) Liber LXV, Cap II, v. 48
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@danica said
"Liber LXV, Cap II, v. 48
- O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?"
There is the feeling that the manner that we are able to express ourselves does no justice to "that" which (in the archaic language) is, is not, and is yet come. There is the inexpressible that as I've thought of over the years can only be expressed by silence or contradiction. Yes, faint memories are so exalted that the light of a candle, normally luminous, is petty and putrid in comparison to them. This can be abided in and our songs, though far cries from capturing the true expression, are our ways of conjuring up the ancient one. Invoke often and you may be visited now and then by this fire that touches down upon us. Take a step towards it with arms outstretched and it'll meet you. Take that chance.
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@GabrielO said
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@danica said
"Liber LXV, Cap II, v. 48- O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?"
There is the feeling that the manner that we are able to express ourselves does no justice to "that" which (in the archaic language) is, is not, and is yet come. There is the inexpressible that as I've thought of over the years can only be expressed by silence or contradiction. Yes, faint memories are so exalted that the light of a candle, normally luminous, is petty and putrid in comparison to them. This can be abided in and our songs, though far cries from capturing the true expression, are our ways of conjuring up the ancient one. Invoke often and you may be visited now and then by this fire that touches down upon us. Take a step towards it with arms outstretched and it'll meet you. Take that chance."
Verily so!