There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?
Marilynne RobinsonThey no longer wanted to entice anyone; all they wanted was to catch a glimpse for as long as possible of the reflected glory in the great eyes of Odysseus
Franz KafkaTags: yearning worship glory eyes longing odysseus glimpse odyssey sirens sirens-song
Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.
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