Charles Warren Eaton: "Bruges Moonlight" (1910)
“We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God.
We could give it any other name: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Total Light, Matter, Spirit, Supreme Hope, Supreme Despair, Silence.
But we call it God, because only this name – for some mysterious reason – is capable of making our heart tremble with vigor.
And let there be no doubt that this trembling is absolutely indispensable for us to be in contact with the basic emotions of the human being."
—Nikos Kazantzakis (1883 - 1957)
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
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