It is important that this post begins by quoting in its entirety my short lament from 2013. I hope that this post is comprehensible, because for the first time I write to ask for an answer. ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ The Crack-up (June 2013) “In a real dark night of the soul it is […]
The following is an excerpt from a forthcoming memoir by Carl Siciliano. We were so moved by his testimony that we asked if we could publish this on Via Lucis. In the fall of 2001, I was reeling under the weight of personal and collective catastrophe. For the past seven years I had been the […]
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Green Fields of France, Eric Bogle Being the son of a soldier, Memorial Day […]
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down Yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the […]
Les jugements de Dieu sont des abîmes. Les abîmes de la sagesse, de la miséricorde de Dieu. This phrase “Abyssus abyssum invocat” is full of obscurity, of mysteries impenetrable to reason. The abyss calls to the abyss, the deep calls to the deep. For some, one hell calls for another. But in French, “L’abîme appelle […]
“Indeed during the Middle Ages there existed a sort of cinema in colors of which no trace has survived; just as in the sudden dawning of a larger hope amongst men who had not forgotten the dark age whence they had emerged but yesterday – a dawning symbolized by the great cathedrals soaring heavenwards – […]
Recognizing truth is a matter of experience because it involves distinguishing the real from the illusory. Experience itself is a product of memory. And memory is even more complex than truth. And so the pattern gets more multi-faceted the deeper we look, like one of Mandlebrot’s mathematical phantasms. What appears at first simple becomes infinitely […]
PLACE is the bedrock of our existence. It ties together our most cherished memories, defines our experiences, and bookmarks our most important experiences. Place is not always at the forefront of what we do, or the defining totem of memory. But it is there, a vital organ in the body of our existence, and when […]
This post begins with a piece of music recommended by our dear friend Nathan Mizrachi. Since it was the inspiration for this post, Einaudi’s Primavera makes a perfect accompaniment for a moment that was Spring in itself. Today, PJ gave me a series of pictures of doors that she has photographed in Romanesque churches in […]
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad. “The Masque of Pandora”, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875) The long dark nights magnify our solitude and lay us to waste. The world is mad and we just don’t know what to do. We are willing to take great risks for the sake of our purses. We […]
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