At a signal from the Principal the pupils, in ordered ranks, hands to the side, face the Flag. Another signal is given; every pupil gives the flag the military salute — right hand lifted, palm downward, to a line with the forehead and close to it. Standing thus, all repeat together, slowly, ‘I pledge allegiance… Continue reading

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. – Horace, Epistles Slow. I am at rest. No. I am not resting. We beings breathe the three-in-one, creating-begetting-proceeding. The divine does; the imago deis. We are parched, desert-time frosting catabolic catastrophe, the dust unsettles in place. I am kudzu. Body. My soul hurts. Mind. I am a vine.… Continue reading

Thus there is nothing waste, nothing dead in the universe; no chaos, no confusions, save in appearence. We might compare this to the appearence of a pond in the distance, where we can see the confused movement and swarming of the fish, without distinguishing the fish themselves.Thus we are that each living body has a… Continue reading

The animal is poor in world, it somehow possesses less. But less of what? Less in respect of what is accessible to it, of whatever as an animal it can deal with, of whatever it can be affected by as an animal, of whatever it can relate to as a living being. Less as against… Continue reading

Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living. And just as they seem to… Continue reading