A Gwydiona woman is horrified by an ancient song in which a dead person speaks from her grave. The dead do not speak. They go into the Night which becomes and is the Day. It is all one. (The Night Face, III, pp. 575-576)
I share the Ythrian's scepticism and the Gwydiona monism but am short of time. Back here later today probably.
Go with God in some senses of the word.
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Kaor, Paul!
Just testing. Got a new PC, now I'm trying to upload a comment.
Ad astra! Sean
Kaor, Paul!
Successfully uploaded comment. But I will need time to catch up in the blog.
Ad astra! Sean
Kaor, Paul!
Testing again. My exile from the Internet the past three weeks plus has been aggravating! I will need time to catch up here.
Ad astra! Sean
Still testing.
Sean
The rover returns.
And welcome back.
Kaor, Paul!
Ha, thanks! During the past three weeks I finished rereading the Confraternity translation of the New Testament, Bishop Henry Graham's 1874-1959) WHERE WE GOT THE BIBLE/FROM THE KIRK TO THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, the 50th anniversary edition of Anderson's THE HIGH CRUSADE (including its short story sequel, "Quest"). And I'm rereading THE GATHERING STORM, the first volume of Churchill's history of WW II.
The sheer foolishness and folly of the leaders of all three major parties in the UK (Conservatives, Liberals, Labour) during the 1930's in the face of a hostile and aggressive Germany after Hitler rose to power there makes for very grim reading. All too reminiscent of the similar delusions of our times!
Ad astra! Sean
Welcome Back Sean
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