Tuesday, February 3, 2015

3 February 2015

...the Master and the boy followed each other as if drawn along the wires of some mechanism, until soon it could no longer be discerned which was coming and which going, which following and which leading, the old or the young man. Now it seemed to be the young man who showed honour and obedience to the old man, to authority and dignity; now again it was apparently the old man who was required to follow, serve, worship the figure of youth, of beginning, of mirth. And as he watched this at once senseless and significant dream circle, the dreamer felt alternately identical with the old man and the boy, now revering and now revered, now leading, now obeying; and in the course of these pendulum shifts there came a moment in which he was both, was simultaneously Master and small pupil; or rather he stood above both, was the instigator, conceiver, operator, and onlooker of the cycle, this futile spinning race between age and youth.   [Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game]

A time out of Time, this resembles what’s happened Here, in my little World. And what is happening still. What an honour it is to witness such a bright Light dimming little by slowly.

Life is a Wonder. All by itself. I’m deLIGHTed I know that…

I love you, Currie

1 comment:

Rita said...

It is! A gift so precious and fragile. A mystery.