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September, 2006

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Sep 06

Act

It is written, ”In the beginning was the Word.
How soon I’m stopped! Who’ll help me to go on?
I cannot concede that words have such high worth
and must, if properly inspired,
translate the term some other way.
It is written: “In the beginning was the Mind.”
Reflect with care upon this first line,
and do not let your pen be hasty!
Can it be mind that makes all operate?
I’d better write: “In the beginning was the Power!”
Yet, even as I write this down,
something warns me not to keep it.
My spirit prompts me, now I see a solution
and boldly write: “In the beginning was the Act.”
-Goethe, Faust

Sweeter words have never been written,
nor uttered from the lips of mortals.
Yet, in truth doth they cut through the haze,
And lay to waste our delusions so barren.

- I.A.T.

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Sep 06

Light

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness” – Nabokov

It strikes me as absolute madness how we are trapped inside a maze of senseless delusions in our daily struggles as we hurtle toward the inevitable. All of our endeavors can be deconstructed and refuted, all our values contradicted and rendered senseless and worthless. Only love radiates. Yet, seldom do we pause to grasp that we’ve been given this time, and that we need to make the most of it; to count with every gesture that we were here, and that our lives made a difference.

But in all this, what comes indomitably through is that God must be an incurable optimist. With every newborn child he hopes for that elusive radiant and transcendent being. Like the artist tormented in his studio to paint the vision that will speak to him, or the alchemist struggling with his crucible to ignite the homunculus, our unfortunate deity is taunted by shadows and angels!

- Iliad A. Terra

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