Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Monday, September 28, 2009
حب
Lamed is the giraffe. I had to ask like nine times. The context was there. The word was Shalom, and that was written in every language. Peace. My hairs are at attention, pilating and that. I'm working on too many projects, the Kryptos sculpture, Hebrew, some book about US media, ugh. I need a break from -nothing-.
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