deus caritas est

[ricepaper]

we who live on the cusps of chronology, who exist in infinite ecstasies and the tender temporality of pain, have such precarious knowledge of weeks and their orders. days ebb between solstice and equinox, as observed through the small panorama of windows -- the trees and sprawling verdure evidence of a slow, sun-kindled fire

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[ricepaper]

the last line is a slightly modified quotation from meister eckhart's 'selected writings,' sermon 22.

[vienna]

love you

omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori

[ricepaper]

there is more i want to say, which i believe i shall save for an (eventual :)) email. for now: love you.

[avatraxiom]

Your writing feels like love and inspiration. :-)

-Max