Tuesday, June 7, 2016

06/06/2016



Ola Gjeilo's Northern Lights


And the single sentence:


'It seemed to her that she had come from a world of shadows and had arrived in a place where finally life was real.'
— Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name
are enough to make my heart heat up with a half-crying, half-10 km run feeling.
O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness.
Today's sunset was a blue cloud pockmarked with bright flashes of pink.
There is so much magic in the world.
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.

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