to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]

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the wager

In his Pensées Pascal writes: 233. Infinite- nothing. — Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else. Unity joined to infinity adds nothing to it, no more than one foot to an infinite measure. The finite is annihilated in the presence […]

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