The Grieviary
The universe is not indifferent—it is unconscious. →
The soul prefers a velvet cross to a wooden one, yet only the latter saves. →
Die Einsamkeit und Stille im Leben, wo es keinen festen Weg gibt und der Moment an Bedeutung gewinnt, während die Leere spürbar wird. →
With each new bit of surety accrued there is the death of some possibility held on to before. →
If we couldn’t totally rely on our life ending, how could we bare its beginning? →
There is a nothingness to the words we would use when we are living their concept, it is not until after we have moved through the fire, scathed, that we are free to use what words we will. →
The Grieviary 