It’s gonna be september now
for many years to come
Every heart adjusting
to that strict september drum
I see the ghost of culture
with numbers on his wrist
Salute some new conclusion
that all of us have missed
So let’s drink to when it’s over
and let’s drink to when we meet
I’ll be standing on the corner
where there used to be a street
(Leonard Cohen)
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, plenty and want. But he is changed, just as when incense is mingled with incense, but named according to the pleasure of each.
(...)
They do not understand: how that which separates unites with itself. It is a harmony of oppositions, as in the case of the bow and of the lyre.
(Uit de fragmenten van Herakleitos)
Marvel, a garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form: a meadow for gazelles, a cloister for monks. For the idols, sacred ground, Ka'ba for the circling pilgrim,
the tables of the Torah, the scrolls of the Qur'án. I profess the religion of love; wherever its caravan turns along the way, that is the belief, the faith I keep.
(Ibn Arabi)
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"I had heard the discords resolving into harmonies; for one moment I had stood on another sphere and contemplated from afar, but also from close by, that procession which is both human and divine, wherein I, too, had my place, this our world where suffering existed still, but error was no more. From such a perspective our human destiny, that vague design in which the least practiced eye can trace so many flaws, gleamed bright like the patterns of the heavens."
(from: Marguerite Yourcenar - Memoirs of Hadrian)
"I realized that I had joined a pilgrimage to the East, seemingly a definite and single pilgrimage—but in reality, in its broadest sense, this expedition to the East was not only mine and now; this procession of believers and disciples had always and incessantly been moving towards the East, towards the Home of Light. Throughout the centuries it had been on the way, towards light and wonder, and each member, each group, indeed our whole host and its great pilgrimage, was only a wave in the eternal stream of human beings, of the eternal strivings of the human spirit towards the East, towards Home."
(Hermann Hesse)
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“Het verhevene van het doen ligt niet in ledige bezigheid en in plichtsvervulling, maar in de liefde. De bewonderingswaardige
Leonardo da Vinci in: Karl Jaspers, Leonardo en Nietzsche, 1966
