the devil we build might be the angel we need.
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Book of Hours, I 59
The Devil's Advocate:
What Happens When Dissent
Becomes Digital.
Playing With Paradox
Sitting With Uncertainty
No no no?
#TTWWADI
Or yes?
snowflake
Unique & fleeting
A brief fro zen moment
What happens when
dissent becomes digital?
Beauty and terror?
No Thing Is Final
Connect NOT Attach
Keep flowing
Stay curious,
Evolve, expand, learn,
Shift happens.
Rilke or knot?
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