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you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script "a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other"

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t1910920191

#relics #in which we exist

black-poetry

“After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters and shaded our eyes from the glare. Alone with the shore and the harbor, the stems of the cocoanut trees, the fronds of silence and hushed music, we cried for the new revelation and waited for miracles to rise. Where elements touch and merge, where shadows swoon like outcasts on the sand and the tried moment waits, its courage gone– there were we in latitudes where storms are born.”

— arna bontemps, reconnaissance.

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hellagross

#peculiar #clippings

it is so important to have many beautiful cups from which to drink cold water

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pastart

Daniel Torrent (2025)

#human #what human hands have made #der frühling füllt sich mit dir

miracoll

starshipgenius

They Throw These at me Because I am so Beautiful and a Star.

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Hugo Simberg

#what human hands have made

microgeneration

Choosing a Color Scheme (1992)

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janerra-ava

"Out of Step" by Patrick Taberna

#peculiar #human

beguines

God is relation, full stop. He is like reality in this regard. Consider an electron, the fundamental unit of all matter. No one has ever seen one. They really don't "exist" until we turn our attention to them. The physicist Marcelo Gleiser says that "exist" may be too strong a word to use for an electron. I take God's existence to be much the same, though for God "exist" is too weak a word. We don't know what the existence of God is. We have no idea what the word "exist" even means in the context of God. What we do know—or what I know, I should say—is that God doesn't exist until I turn my attention to him. Relation brings him into being, or, more accurately, enables his being to be perceived, experienced, shared. My attention—and the precise quality of that attention—is absolutely involved. I realize this is unorthodox at best, heretical at worst. But it is my experience of being in the world and of being with God. "The feeling remains," as Teresa of Avila says, "that God is on the journey, too."

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

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