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PURITY

In the dark tabernacle, a shaft of sunlight illumines the heart and shines through a million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirling dust spiralling through the light which spills in a golden pool on damp, grey stone and … Continue reading

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GREAT MEN

But really you see there weren’t any great at all. Those may not have stumbled, heads high, walked tall, filling the silence where others mumbled. But words fail skulls fall. And before? Before, they could taste, smell, see, tell, bore. … Continue reading

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HOW MANY ANGELS CAN STAND ON THE POINT OF A PIN

Although the Two Worlds are so intimately linked, how is it that they are completely distinct? See! A ten-ton elephant and a thousand soldiers reflected in a single mirror! Why doesn’t the glass shatter under the weight of such an … Continue reading

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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO

It may not be the bearded man who smiles at you and explodes. It may not be the errant tyre that slides on the icy roads. It may not be the scaffolding plank that bounces on your head. It may … Continue reading

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I, ME, MINE

In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading

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YOU ARE AT PEACE

You are at peace and someone comes, thoughtless not unkind, and jogs you with his moment; demands your recognition, your admission, your consent to his place in your mind. What do you do? What harm has he done to you? … Continue reading

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THE SEASON

The season slides to wind and showers and sharp hot sun (for rare half-hours) and all the world lays waste its powers pursuing what it cannot own. Then mists and fogs and hazy sunrise ships’ dull horns and lazy gull … Continue reading

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