Amanda

“As for me, I have a choice between honoring that dark life I've seen so many years moving in the junipers, or of walking away and going on with my own human busyness. There is always that choice for humans.”
― Linda Hogan

“The empire of the sky occupies territory emptied of vitality. Heavenly imperialism aims at biological neutrality.
How does music suck our blood? Man cannot live without support in space. But music annihilates space completely. The only art capable of bringing comfort, yet it opens up more wounds than all the others!
Music is the sound track of askesis. Could one make love after Bach? Not even after Handel, whose unearthliness does not have a heavenly perfume. Music is a tomb of delights, beatitude which buries us.
Saintliness also draws blood. We lose it in direct proportion to our longing for heaven. The roads to heaven have been worn smooth by all the erring instincts. Indeed, heaven was born of these errors.”
― Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints

“...the Byzantine style, which so few care for to-day, but which moves me because these tall, emaciated angels and saints seem to have less relation to the world about us than to an abstract pattern of flowing lines that suggest an imagination absorbed in the contemplation of Eternity.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Tables of the Law

“What a strange alchemy we have worked, turning earth around to destroy itself, using earth's own elements to wound it.”
― Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World