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Sunday 15 February 2009

All Saints (Shattuck Avenue, Early New Depression)

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6.43.2 How things are in the world is a matter of complete indifference for what is higher. God does not reveal himself in the world.
6.43.2.1 The facts all contribute only to setting the problem, not to its solution.
6.44 It is not how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it exists.
6.45 To view the world sub specie aeterni is to view it as a whole--a limited whole.
Feeling the world as a whole--it is this that is mystical.


- -- Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
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a'bject. A man without hope; a man whose miseries are irretrievable.

But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together; yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not.
They did tear me, and ceased not. Psalms XXX, 15.


- - -Johnson's Dictionary

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I've found all saints lost at midnight in the rain
Seek shop doorways fit to lay their bodies down
And dwell upon the sins that have expelled them:
Those sins, O Friend, which they perceive as wounds

Inflicted they know neither why nor by whom,
Nor in defiance of what remorseless laws.
The wind that rakes the street is unforgiving,
Warmth but a memory, winter coming on,

The concrete cold, the cardboard pallet sodden,
God far away, but unfortunately not Man,
Who motors past to get to bars or home,
Completely unaware they're bedding there,

Splashing sheets of grey water out of puddles
That wash over them in chill waves they may
If they so choose trust to wash their sins away,
Dimly aware at last they're given something.

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