Cut from The Happiness to Sleep for length purposes.
I remember often the golden childhoods of this life and the last. Continue reading “Souvent Me Souviens”
Life begins with a long stare into the darkness.
“In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.” G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
I was asked once what I love, and this was qualified by, what to you is sacred?
I used to dream of it…
When I go to the scaffold, it’s always alone.