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a page from one of the early transcripts of abelard and heloise’s letters! so cool!
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a page from one of the early transcripts of abelard and heloise’s letters! so cool!
...artists, as far as I can gather, have set out, however unconsciously, to prove one of two things: either that they are mad in a sane world, or that they are sane in a mad world.
dylan thomas
The Sunlight Tapes
FREE just for stopping by the website, The Sunlight Tapes re-releases the 8-tracks Christopher Cunningham & I recorded to accompany our book of collected letters circa 2002, Sunlight at Midnight, Darkness at Noon. All additional music, instrumentation, noise, and general badassery courtesy of The Bimbi Garraux and Dream Sanitation Axis of Soundscape (aka: Mathis Hunter and Noot D’Noot) Letter excerpts written & read by Christopher Cunningaham and Hosho McCreesh Duration: 35min 23seconds *Note: A download link (lasting only 24 hours, so download right away!) will be sent to you after you "buy" this free audio book.
Has the world been so unkind to you that you should leave behind without regret? There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
C.S. Lewis
I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony & it's too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one's being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, & small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles. But no matter. They are there waiting, when one returns.
katherine mansfield
Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.
Katherine Mansfield - from a letter to Ottoline Morrell
Arkham House, 1971.
Divine Mercy
Sometime in the spring (Trinity Sunday was May 22 that year, 1929) Lewis came to believe in God, though not yet in Christ:
You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him of whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape? The words compelle intrare, compel them to come in, have been so abused by wicked men that we shudder at them; but, properly understood, they plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation. (Surprised by Joy, Chapter 14)
From The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Volume I
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