Sleep And Active Dreams...
One enters the night in order to explore it and the twilight is its threshold. Interior darkness, darkness of the terrestrial depths, the romantic symbolism passes with ease and intuition from one world to the other. The nocturnal sky blends with the subterranean world of hells. The texts of time testify to that...
(But the light is like a materialisation of the ungrasped, the intersection of transcendence and the visual. It is the very character of the spiritual through antinomy to the actual. The light is its own truth, its domain to clarify. Inducing knowledge it is a picture of analysis, description and of the look.)
...well, unless you consider the worlds merging the illusions blending upon one another, the end acheived in its contradiction with the appearance conveyed by the invocation. Light and dazzling sunshine, rays of light similar to shafts, crossing the bodies and destroying them, beams of radiation disintigrating the flesh. Then the mystic aspires to be only of pure spirit...
(But the light is like a materialisation of the ungrasped, the intersection of transcendence and the visual. It is the very character of the spiritual through antinomy to the actual. The light is its own truth, its domain to clarify. Inducing knowledge it is a picture of analysis, description and of the look.)
...well, unless you consider the worlds merging the illusions blending upon one another, the end acheived in its contradiction with the appearance conveyed by the invocation. Light and dazzling sunshine, rays of light similar to shafts, crossing the bodies and destroying them, beams of radiation disintigrating the flesh. Then the mystic aspires to be only of pure spirit...
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Thank you so much for stopping by my blog. Although I haven't read much here, I am in awe at what I suspect is a very loving, intense relationship. Wish you the best.
Stop by anytime! I'll be back here too.
Wow! This is another very different piece of writing for you BD, I'd expect it to be in some Stanford abstract on the realm of slumber. You're quite a clever man aren't you? It is true, that we look up to the sky as if it were our heavens and we look down below to our hells but there is nothing more hellish that the dark of night and all it could hide. The light is not the mystic as you have described, it is the feeling of comfort.
He is VERY clever..
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