If someone wants to know what position he enjoys in the eyes of God, he has only to look at what place he gives to God (in his heart and life)
A parent can give a child no greater gift than beautiful manners.
Where our knowledge of beauty harmonizes with the ludus naturae, sorcery begins.No, not spoon-bending or horoscopy, not the Golden Dawn or make-believe shamanism, astral projection or the Satanic Mass–if it’s mumbo jumbo you want go for the real stuff, banking, politics, social science–not that weak blavatskian crap.
Love becomes perfect only when it transcends itself –Becoming One with its object; Producing Unity of Being.
IN PERSIA I SAW that poetry is meant to be set to music & chanted or sung–for one reason alone–because it works.A right combination of image & tune plunges the audience into a hal (something between emotional/aesthetic mood & trance of hyperawareness), outbursts of weeping, fits of dancing–measurable physical response to art. For us the link between poetry & body died with the bardic era–we read under the influence of a cartesian anaesthetic gas.