Sunday, August 7, 2011

There is No Beauty without some Strangeness of Proportion/ Part 13/ Section 14

By Brian George

The draped mirrors

“The raving Sibyl, through the god, utters somber, unembellished, unperfumed sayings, reaching over a thousand years with her voice.”—Heraclitus, Fragment 52

Descending, the Sun strikes you blind, as it opens—like an 8-D map—all of the conduits on your skin. There is a bank that is as large as all of the data it contains. Please feel free to express your fear, but there is no way through or out of the luminosity of the field. It was for this reason they invented Death, which, in the days when there were giants on the Earth, meant what Life does now.

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