There is a great source of light in the dark

I feel there was in my childhood a kind of shadow cast on E.A.P. containing horror and death and stories of curdlywordly spiders. As if that were reason not to investigate, not to seek and find. And so, of course, I did not. For there was a great stretch, and I am not too unaware of the tendency to relapse even now, when I would avoid whatever was given a warning. On the other hand, at some point I developed the intense curiosity for anything of the likeness. And so I had to eventually come here of course.

What a genius of a writer and mystic and storyteller. My only exposure is this collection, over 700 pages of well presented pages/letters/paper by Canterbury Classics. Madness! Outliers! Spirit! All the scary parts of the psyche and soul! Beauty. Wherever there is beauty, we can be sure to find some bit of madness. Whatever is out of the ordinary is not necessarily beauty, it may simply be some distortion, but a distortion of what? At least do not simply seek to correct it to any image. If it be merely foolish, the fool will become wise by persisting in folly, but there too is some foolishness perceived rightly by the mass in anything beautiful. It may be inspired by beauty, or the longing for beauty, and thereby be a symptom of the dogma of the times. Let it be, even encourage it, for which of these madness’s would the soul desire?

From the Unparalleled Adventure of One Hans Pfaall: “…truth, is frequently of it’s own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situation s wherein she may be found.”

The stories here I had gone through some two years ago. Since then we have been reading the poetry included one at a time only sporadically. Yesterday the last word on the last page was read aloud.

To be revisited I hope again and again…