07 diciembre, 2007

Una carta a Thomas Butts

I am not ashamed, afraid, or averse to tell you what Ought to be Told: That I am under the direction of Messengers from Heaven, Daily & Nightly; but the nature of such things is not, as some suppose, without trouble or care. Temptations are on the right hand & left; behind, the sea of time & space roars & follows swiftly; he who keeps not right onward is lost . . . But if we fear to do the dictates of our Angels, & tremble at the Tasks set before us; if we refuse to do Spiritual Acts because of Natural Fears or Natural Desires! Who can describe the dismal torments of such a state! -- I too well remember the Threats I heard! -- If you, who are organized by Divine Providence for Spiritual communion, Refuse, & bury your Talent in the Earth, even tho' you should want Natural Bread, Sorrow and Desperation pursues you thro' life, & after death shame & confusion of face to eternity

4 comentarios:

Giovanna dijo...


Visita mi blog Dulce-caliope. En él verás un osito de peluche, una ventana y una muñequita. Obviamente el osito de peluche tiene nombre y apellido: Walter Benjamin.


Juan Manuel Silva Barandica dijo...

Que horror el comentario. Se podría llamar Pangea.

Giovanna Astorga Francesetti dijo...

Que coños se mete juanma a opinar del comentario que he hecho?

Juan Manuel Silva Barandica dijo...

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