| From Phantastes (George MacDonald): Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality?—not so grand or strong, it may be, but always lovelier?...Yea, the reflecting ocean itself, reflected in the mirror, has a wondrousness about its waters that somewhat vanishes when I turn towards itself. All mirrors are magic mirrors. The commonest room is a room in a poem when I turn to the glass…In whatever way it may be accounted for, of one thing we may be sure, that this feeling is no cheat; for there is no cheating in nature and the simple unsought feelings of the soul. There must be a truth involved in it, though we may but in part lay hold of the meaning. Even the memories of past pain are beautiful; and past delights, though beheld only through clefts in the grey clouds of sorrow, are lovely as Fairy Land. But how have I wandered into the deeper fairyland of the soul…? The moon, which is the lovelier memory or reflex of the down-gone sun, the joyous day seen in the faint mirror of the brooding night, had rapt me away. (from chapter 10) 
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| I think my little xanga community is...dead. Now, pictures. In chronological order:  "Don't blink!"
 "Down the Rabbit Hole"
 Late-night lipstick!
 Ha...ha...ha. Check out my scarf  I really wish I remember what I was thinking.
 Hotness
  
 Sunny Honey and Funny Bunny
So that was pretty much an update of my life for the past four weeks. |
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| I am determined to post something. I have no motivation/inspiration so I'll just make it random. I can start by rejoicing: (rather large) pieces of my heart are being temporarily returned to me quite shortly. The first and most important piece flies in from Zurich at one o'clock on the morrow.
I really really really enjoy Sappho. A lot. Taste her poetry for yourself: Although they are Only breath, words Which I command Are immortal. ~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s no use Mother dear, I Can not finish my Weaving You may Blame Aphrodite Soft as she is She has almost Killed me with Love for that boy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We know this much Death is an evil; We have the gods’ Word for it; they too Would die if death Were a good thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You may forget but Let me tell you This. Someone in Some future time Will think of us. |
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