Death is the Mother of Beauty
Rainer Maria Rilke said, "I live my life in widening rings." It may well be useful to note the expanding of the circles in which we live, but it is also important not to lose the sensation of cycles, which may be painful to anyone living in a culture dedicated to the extending line. Maybe in life we never really develop, but only expand the rotations that give us our firm identity. Maybe we should expect always to get into familiar trouble and to repeat both the glorious and the defeating themes that are embedded in our soul.
The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
With complete attention, landscape celebrates that liturgy of the seasons, giving itself unreservedly to the passion of the goddess.
