otherwise: he is songs, poems, romantic gestures, romances itself.
The philosopher loves as Plato recommended, like the hindus: first sexually, and then loving the sexual beauty in all mankind … unsexually … and then loving the beauty as a pure form in itself, and humankind as its nearest shadow.
The saint loves mystically, is only charitable when he dons the sandals of the hero, is better at internalizing his beloved, nor does he poeticize such a one. I would say the saint loves with his body – if this could be believed! – like a mammal, but perhaps our image of the saint has wandered too long among lambs. The saint as we live him is the flesh affectionate.
Grad Student in English Literature and Rhetoric, and author of three books, including The Perfect Idius, due to be published spring 2010.
This is my own home made book of shadows. I’ve made the whole book myself and aged all the pages in it by hand. (just for the record i did not draw or write the pages).
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