Personal time has come. Everyone is their own final consciousness,or a living bait as the final fifthin their own circle of fifths of the external world,which is meant to tear you personally away from yourself,born as the interior of the Lord’s silence. But as silence,you would become a personal overtone of the Lord –singing grasses… Read more

The horses have nowhere left to go,and the riders are only whinnying. For the horses have arrived,and the riders are exhaustedbefore their own mirrors –mirrors of exhausted horses.