D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Ogma's Candle
Aislinn envied the sea. It was as strange and beautiful today as it had been when her grandmother was a child, at least in the memories the old woman could see clearly and talk about. Bards sang of Cuchulain’s war with it, but it had no scars, nor had it yielded an inch of its empire. No one argued with the sea, or scolded it to change. It was old and powerful enough to be accepted and honored just as it was. She wondered if she would ever reach that age, or be gazed at with such longing and adoration. Probably not, given what her father had commanded her to do.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
Writing Love
"I will now initiate you, she said, into the greater mysteries; for he who would proceed in due course should love first one fair form, and then many, and learn the connection of them; and from beautiful bodies he should proceed to beautiful minds, and the beauty of laws and institutions, until he perceives that all beauty is of one kindred; and from institutions he should go on to the sciences, until at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science of universal beauty, and then he will behold the everlasting nature which is the cause of all, and will be near the end. In the contemplation of that supreme being of love he will be purified of earthly leaven, and will behold beauty, not with the bodily eye, but with the eye of the mind, and will bring forth true creations of virtue and wisdom, and be the friend of God and heir of immortality."
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
