Stenblomster – til alle og ingen
Ord, ord, ord
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Når kvinden skal føde, har hun det svært, fordi hendes time er kommet; men når hun har født sit barn, husker hun ikke mere sin trængsel af glæde.
– Johannes 16,21
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All things are sacred to me; no thing is sacred from me. For there is no holiness where I am not.
– Liber A’ash vel Capricorni pneumatici: 28-29
He will speak these words of Wisdom
like a sage, a man of vision,
though he knows he’s really nothing
but a brief elaboration of a tube
– Leonard Cohen: ‘Going Home’
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The turning of the seasons: For as long as anyone remembers, human beings (and quite possibly also other kinds of beings) have gathered around a living fire to celebrate the workings of the wheel and thereby honor the rushing essence of it all.
Læs videre “The Sun is new every day”
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O kom til os alle, du højtidens drot, om lokken er gylden, om håret er gråt! Udbred dine hænder, mens lysene brænder, og skænk os din fred, thi evig, ja evig, er glæden, når du følger med.
– Vilhelm Gregersen, ‘Der er noget i luften’
But my Fairy Prince whispered: “Hush! It is a great secret, but his name is […], and he is the Saviour of the World”, and that was very funny, because the girl next to me thought it was Jesus Christ …
– Aleister Crowley: ‘The Wake World’
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