Sometimes, down in the subway, a train Maxine's riding on will slowly be overtaken by a local or an express on the other track, and in the darkness of the tunnel, as the windows of the other train move slowly past, the lighted panels appear one by one, like a series of fortune-telling cards being deal and slid in front of her. The Scholar, The Unhoused, The Warrior Thief, The Haunted Woman.. After a while Maxine has come to understand that the faces framed in these panels are precisely those out of all the city millions she must in the hour be paying most attention to, in particular those whose eyes actually meet her own - they are the day's messengers from whatever the Beyond has for a Third World, where the days are assembled one by one under non-union conditions. Each messenger carrying the props required for their character, shopping bags, books, musical instruments, arrived here out of darkness, bound again into darkness, with only a minute to deliver the intelligence Maxine needs. At some point naturally she begins to wonder if she might not be performing the same role for some face looking back out another window at her. Thomas Pynchon
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
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Rabindranath Tagore
The Shadow-maker shapes forever.
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Lafcadio Hearn
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
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Jalaluddin Rumi
That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.
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Peter Rollins
The argument is made that naming God is never really naming God but only naming our understanding of God. To take our ideas of the divine and hold them as if they correspond to the reality of God is thus to construct a conceptual idol...
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Peter Rollins
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