May 13 (Air) Liber LXV, Cap II, v. 7
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7. Moreover I beheld a vision of a river. There was a little boat thereon; and in it under purple sails was a golden woman, an image of Asi wrought in finest gold. Also the river was of blood, and the boat of shining steel. Then I loved her; and, loosing my girdle, cast myself into the stream.
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7. Moreover I beheld a vision of a river. There was a little boat thereon; and in it under purple sails was a golden woman, an image of Asi wrought in finest gold. Also the river was of blood, and the boat of shining steel. Then I loved her; and, loosing my girdle, cast myself into the stream.
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7. Moreover I beheld a vision of a river. There was a little boat thereon; and in it under purple sails was a golden woman, an image of Asi wrought in finest gold. Also the river was of blood, and the boat of shining steel. Then I loved her; and, loosing my girdle, cast myself into the stream.
It was too tempting for me to look at the commentary here.
My focus falls on the woman "wrought in finest gold". The Ideal, the perfect aspiration so to speak. A statue though, just a figure standing without life. An idea that has no breath in it.
Our blood and our lives breath this life into the inanimate statue. We give of our blood with all abandon - to this idea, to this aspiration. This doesn't mean it remains as we originally beheld the idea, but this may be a necessary step in moving beyond the preliminary.
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