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399: Startle the Heavens

We climbed with Olympian vigour and reserves of immortality, with speed tearing space and time. From our astral thread fell away the stars and comets attempting to overtake. We brushed an outer ceiling and dared the edges, fatiguing Nature and contesting the rules of our make, waging a war worth all the while on the human bargain. We scorched the lands and startled the heavens, bounding with such force that each stride caused the Earth to groan and shudder beneath us, staggering in its cosmic sling attempting to stabilize.
We plunged unrestrained into what depths required us; physically, intellectually, spiritually and wholly. Our smiling mouths filled with dust. Our brows bore the struggles mark; eyes, glazed the reward lust of a reaching gasp, a leap across the chasm of an everyday existence, a hard-fought climb to the spires of our contents; A final attempt at one moment of everlastingness. One waned of resource, does feed by the exert of it. To seek and strive extracts the essentialness of the situation at hand and on the road, you hollow out on and something else, something more glorious and spirit preserving replaces what is spent. The depletion seems to be on a parallel trajectory to what is built and the more difficult, perilous and costly the ascension, the firmer a resolve to overcome is driven up from the depths. When the only finitude recognised is what holds within. When close to the heart sits a hunger that will not be covered over or silenced but engages energies otherworldly in the full pursuit of its own exhaustion.

333

A quiet place to read, perchance write, is all need one seek in a heaven.

318: The nectar

And yet we must seek astonishment and be thrived off that nectar, for cleverness no such nourishment yields.

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106: Improve

Improve every opportunity to sit aside passivity, with other reckless seekers, and exchanging such acumen as have lifted cities, pursue all that is truth and betterment for all.

97: Godspeed

I know brother, here little is sincere. The merry atrocities no looking back deserve, – and how precious days decrease. I would you went, and your last look settled upon a lonely rapture that hangs in the vibrant woodlands of your private longing, intimate to thy scope and nature. Hold not ye behind. By all means good, your own valleys go, with what genial faith keeps thee to hills warmer than in thy heart now resides. To each, his own chasm daunts; hesitates the souls investment. May the ravines reveal and the gorges give, than seekest thou infinitely more. I’ll meet you there at the void, whence we all separate and shall after return.

96

It required no less than three separate walks today to reestablish good physical vigour and a more charitable mood, than otherwise would have succeeded sedentarily. New and curious, and I dare say, nearer to ones innateness are the thoughts and resolutions that unsought, will gently approach if the avenues are unfamiliar and no station fixed to the pilgrimage. Every original detail beholds a sensory deliciousness, that one derives thus an improved line of questioning, than rather mysteries point, and though none the wiser, there is advantage.