Monthly Archives: November 2008

Nothing is for itself

The rain does not fall for him, nor does the sun shine for her. And you as well were created not for yourself but to share. – Angelus Silesius (1624-1677) Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz.

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Jeweled letter

That paper, with all its implications and warm brown patina, possesses nothing real to the touch, even though to the soul it appears to be essential furniture in a real landscape. But perhaps it is a mere museum of stuffed … Continue reading

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The world was going to crack in two, and the whispers had told me just where that crack would start. ____ I alone could save the world, they whispered. So to Switzerland I went, up close to that shard of … Continue reading

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