so i have been reading a book titled "The Scientific Renaissance 1450-1630" for the past few days and yes, despite my tendency to be vague and abstract and all mythical-sounding in my writing, i am a person of... science, in a strange way. okay, that was not so very convincing in the light of reason and truth (ah, vague, vague, vague) and i will be very beside the point if i continue writing this sentence--...
what am i saying?
anyhow, in this book i am reading, i have come across a quote that i thought pertained to me quite well, and i thought that it will do me good to write it down somewhere before my Brain flushes down the daily content of crap that i store within.
Page 124, in the chapter called "The Great Debate":
By Her power I am free though thrall, happy in sorrow, rich in poverty, and quick even in death. In the mystic contemplation of the One lay the true liberation of the mind and soul.
and by Her i do not see God, mind you. He the Almighty does not live within the great Sea of Chaos that i so admire. He has not seen the golden waters on which the four staffs of the Worlds lie upon. and in the name of Sweet Maker may He never find Her Gold.
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