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Posts may use different translations than you're used to, as I didn't hand-pick every quote.
Posts may include different translations, even when quoting the same book. Thank you for reading!
And of course, with greater intimacy came the occasional tiffs and misunderstandings that are usual with people who have a great deal to do with each other. ๐ฎ
What did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when weโre all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? ๐
Then give me back that time of pleasures,
While yet in joyous growth I sang,โ
When, like a fount, the crowding measures
Uninterrupted gushed and sprang! ๐ป
That your art, as best it can, also follows Divine Intellect, as the disciple follows the master; So in reality, your art is, as it were, God's grandchild. ๐
'Poet,โ I answered, โby that God whose name you never knew, I beg you, I entreat โ so I may flee this ill and worse โ that you now lead me on to where youโve spoken of, to find the gate where now Saint Peter stands, and all those souls that you say are so sad.โ ๐
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? โ๏ธ
Then I asked myself, โWhat desire do you have for life?โ But I did not want to answer whether I had any desire at all. For me, even the significance of my own existence was difficult to decipher. ๐ชถ