I LOST MY FUCKING BACKPACK ON A TRAIN
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I LOST MY FUCKING BACKPACK ON A TRAIN
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Colin “my wife” Bridgerton come home to me!!!
In two years, when this comes out, I will accept nothing less than a power couple with two famous writers who are entirely head over heels for each other, dance with each other all night before going home to their son and their alone time.
Time to play the game "Is this a hobby I'm actually serious about or do I need a dopamine hit?" Sponsored by drawing, cross stitch, and a tin whistle left forgotten in the closet.
“Bereshit bara Elohim et hashamayim ve’et ha’arets. In the beginning God made heaven and earth. The holy first words in Hebrew. Almost like touching God himself.”
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“The Bible is the origin, the source. But each beginning is also within us, each of us holds our own Bible, our own Ecclesiastes and Revelation.”
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“Again about dreams in the Bible. Dreams are my specialty. The Bible as humankind’s dream.”
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“The Hebrew language. I kiss it like a sacred book. Time is scrolled in its letters. Saul and David walk here, the exiled poet weeps. Even silence speaks in Hebrew. God is silent in this speech.”
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“The Song of Songs is a glorious love poem: the indecency comes from reducing it to an allegory. The Scripture’s strength is its literalness. And inscribed inside its literal sense is a mystery. But our grubby hands can’t touch it.”
- from Anna Kamineska: A Nest of Quiet. A notebook.
“Octavio Paz and his splendid essay “Twilight of Revolution” (1974): The twilight of revolution arises from a crisis of linear time. The collapse of the future.Youth movements spring up in defense of the present. An explosion of sensuality—the body is the present. The crisis of the avant-garde in art.The avant-garde seeks perpetual novelty and turns it into the tyranny of the new. All revolutions degenerate into regimes ....There is no art that doesn’t create style and there is no style that doesn’t annihilate art in the end....What remains? Above all the defense of dying mortals—humor.”
- Anna Kamienska, from: A Nest of Quiet, A Notebook.
“God is the present tense. That’s why it’s so hard to seize the moment. God is the eternal now. We either chase the past or escape into the future, place our whole hope in the future. Whereas faith, hope, and love must ripen in the present. That’s why we ignore time, waste it, kill it. We’re killing God.”
- from Anna Kamineska: A Nest of Quiet. A notebook.