The beauty of the real is only revealed to those who
can endure it. Beauty is not desire for
the individual who is naturally blest; it is perseverance next to, close to
that which you are not…
The truth, in which there is room for us all, and to
which no-one has a monopoly, is reflected in the phenomenon like a picture, in
existence as the likeness to God. Our
lives it is impossible for us to narrate, the image of the city impossible for
us to see, if we rely exclusively on what we are, if we do not remember that we
are baptized, with an iconic death, receiving life in our flesh in the name of
an ancestor and Saint, of one who had journeyed before.
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