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The Greek for “divine possession” is enthusiasmos—enthusiasm. To be enthused or enthusiastic is to be “engodded,” to be divinely inspired.
—Stephen Fry, Mythos
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"The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it."
James Baldwin
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Glass, Irony & God, ‘The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide’ by Anne Carson
[ID: I am talking about evil. It blooms. / It eats. / It grins.]
If we have no compassion, we will suffer alone, we will suffer alone the destruction of ourselves.
— Wendell Berry, from ""Sabbaths 2005-2008; How may a human being come to rest?" in Leavings: Poems (Counterpoint, April 1, 2011) (via Whiskey River)
“From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring.”
— Edgar Allan Poe, Alone
29 May, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.”
— Anne Sexton, “Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters”
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Just someone slowly starting to say goodbye to things and one night you think maybe it’s just an exit just a door you quietly close behind you
deliver me, O Lord for the waters have reached my neck
~ psalms 69:1
Verna J. Dozier, The Dream of God
You can master every language in the world, but if you cannot understand someone’s silence, you may still be missing something essential... Silence is not something to be decoded like words. It isn’t fully “understood” in a logical sense it is felt, sensed, and often interpreted through our own emotions and assumptions. And interpretation is not the same as understanding. Because understanding holds space for the other person’s truth. Interpretation often fills silence with our own story...
“True elegance for me is the manifestation of an independent mind.”
— Isabella Rossellini
"Dearg" means "red" in Irish and Scottish Gaelic, often referring to an intense or vivid red.
Definition and Usage
In Irish, "dearg" is used to describe the color red, particularly intense or vivid red, such as a red fire engine, a red pen, or rosy cheeks. It can also convey intensity in expressions, for example, "t-ádh dearg" means "very lucky," emphasizing the strength of the luck, and "deargbhréag" means a "bare-faced lie," highlighting the intensity of the falsehood.
In Scottish Gaelic, "dearg" similarly translates to "red" and can also mean "completely" or "utter" in certain contexts.
Comparison with "Rua"
Irish has another word for red, "rua," which refers to coppery or russet red, such as the color of a fox's coat or natural red hair. "Dearg" is reserved for bright, vivid reds, while "rua" is used for more natural or muted red tones.
Etymology
"Dearg" comes from Old Irish "derg", which originates from *Proto-Celtic dergos meaning "red, crimson," and ultimately from *Proto-Indo-European dʰerg- meaning "to dim or darken". This etymology links it to other words for dark or red tones in related languages, such as Old English "deorc" (dark).
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he [or she] who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (Ernst Schmeitzner, 1883)
“No matter how good you are with words, it's inevitable that meaning is lost between your mind and someone else's. Trying to communicate is like throwing a cup of water at a thirsty person's face. It's better than nothing, sure, and a teaspoon of water might hit their lips, but oh, God, there's just so much water in the grass.”
— Jacqueline Novak, How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows