Brings to mind glass on the: Brings to mind glass on the strand between the grains of sand both brigh sparkly and frosted, sharp and rounded, the exfoliating and bristling sunburn after brings a rawness and abrasion that only the beach can accomplish.
The great French Poet and: The great French Poet and diplomat, Paul Claudel, was, late in life, introduced to the Mayor of Lyons prior to a political dinner. As sunset began, the Mayor quoted a passage from Ovid comparing the purple light of sunset, on a marble column, to a blush coming into a young lady's cheeks. Paul Claudel said to himself, "This man will always be my friend." When I read your comment, just now, and the quotation from Eliot, I thought of that Claudelian anecdote.
Thank you so very much for: Thank you so very much for that reply, and for those very complimentary words. I am overwhelmed by the kindness of them. Thanks for making my day brighter.
The Hutchison Effect & Cymatics:
The fingerprints are everywhere – from the microscopic to the macroscopic, and even the subatomic. But it goes, even well beyond this… into the very way energy radiates and ripples all around us, and by design – shapes our reality.
Nikola Tesla alluded to this, when he said – “If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.”
I especially came to understand this at a deeper level, when studying the “Hutchison Effect”… and “Cymatics”
Incredibly fascinating…
Cymatics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsjV1gjBMbQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3oItpVa9fs
Hutchison Effect
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeUgDJc6AWE
a companion spirit:
I am, and have always been for the better – peering into your thoughtful insights. You think in way, that inspires, and leads one to discover beautiful – but often forgotten literature. And when I explore them, I am often pushed to new insights – and inspirations. There is no measure of gratitude that I can pen with words… but the humble simplicity, of saying Thank You. Thank you for all the days, I was limping along in grey solitude – and found a splash of colour, and a companion spirit.
T. S. Eliot knew:
T. S. Eliot knew a thing or two of garden metaphor…
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
who indeed:
“Who gets to decide what is true and false?”
The money interests, of course. They own the media and the tech companies – and everything else.
“Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.” ― Joseph Goebbels