Salutatione angelica \\

[anna balint]

11/03/2003 22:39:13, integer at www.god-emil.dk wrote:


> \\ nou - !m go!ng 2 u eat u

It is foolhardy, as I have said, to accept an engagement with this fellow upon his 
own terms. It is indeed from the fighting itself that he derives his chief pleasure; 
his object is not to discover the truth, but to prolong the argument. But you know 
Varro's proverb: "Through over-long contention the truth is lost.'' I need not fear, 
then, that this warrior will come out into the open fields of honest discussion, 
whether with tongue or pen. He belongs to the class of whom Quintilian speaks in his 
Institutes of Oratory, whom one finds wonderfully warm in disputation, but once get 
him away from his cavilling, he is as helpless, in a serious juncture, as certain 
small animals which are active enough in a narrow space, but are easily captured in a 
field. Hence his reluctance to engage in an open contest. As Quintilian goes on to 
say, his tergiversations indicate his weakness; he seeks, like an indifferent runner, 
to escape by dodging. 

>anna bal!nt 2 nn
...
>u!ngz ov dez!r

You ask then how I knew he was present, when his ways can in no way be traced? He is 
life and power, and as soon as he enters in, he awakens my slumbering soul; he stirs 
and soothes and pierces my heart, for before it was hard as stone, and diseased. So 
he has begun to pluck out and destroy, to build up and to plant, to water dry places 
and illuminate dark ones; to open what was closed and to warm what was cold; to make 
the crooked straight and the rough places smooth. So when he came to me, he never 
made known his coming any signs, not by sight, not by sound, not by touch. It was not 
by any movement of his that I recognized his coming; it was not by any of MY senses 
that I perceived he had penetrated to the depth of my being. Only by the movement of 
my heart, as I have told did I perceive his presence; and I knew the power of his 
might cause my faults were put to flight and my human yearnings brought into 
subjection. 

If my beloved put forth his hand through the hole
My belly trembles at his touch
I rose to open to my beloved
My hands dripped myrrh
My fingers full of the finest myrr

When beauty of his soul is going to fill his heart, that is going to take shape in 
his appearance, like light in dark that cannot be concealed. As the likeness of his 
soul, his body is going to receive light dispersing it on every member, organ, and 
senses, till his every action, talk, appearance, movement, laughter (if that is 
really laughther and is mixed with seriousness and is full with truth) is lightened. 
Than the beauty of his soul becomes visible through his body, supposed that no 
treachery is inherent in his soul and that he is serious, he is exempt from 
immoderation, mediocrity, cowardice, he is irreproachable and accustumated to 
forbearance.