If I cried out, who would hear me up there, among the angelic orders? Rainer Maria Rilke
We reach for words to speak in a voice that is both intimate and majestic on the mysteries of human life and our attempt….. to translate the angels language…..
to use our self-consciousness to some advantage…. to transcend…. through our art and the imagination…. our self-deception and our fear.
There is no gentle here, but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft.
“My library is an archive of longings.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh