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the monks described me as "a pleasure to have on the mountain"

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Stephen Abel Sinding, To Mennesker (Two Lovers)
The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (tr. Constance Garnett)
fr. “Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself” by Charlotte Eriksson
Hi, its me. The warmest creature in the world. I love you. Im the warmest creature in the world and I love you so much and I need to be in your lap right now. Yes, I know about the heat wave. That's okay though because I was already the warmest creature in the world so I don't mind. I love you and you need to let me sleep in your lap right now. I'm soooo warm and I love you sooo much. If you say no you'll be saying no to a thing that love you. Let me sleep in your lap. When I fall asleep I get warmer. I love you

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Timothy O'Sullivan - Ancient Ruins in the Canyon de Chelly National Monument.
‘Sketch for Eros and Psyche’ by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21.
all that work to bring soccer to the us, paying out the nose for messi to play at miami, privately fundraising to get a top level coach your federation can't afford, getting trump to cheat for you and then your goalkeeper freezes like a baby deer for an instantly memeable goal that will humiliate your program for the next 4 years atleast.
But all of this is itself awfully abstract. We have not mentioned Christ, who slams reality into place around us in a way that makes all talk about existence and being seem like evasions. I call myself a Christian because those abstract ideas about God are not enough. They don't touch suffering, about which we have much to discuss, and they don't take into account human relationships . . . You might say I am a Christian despite my understanding of God. Because I have known Christ.
Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

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— July 5, 1916 / Franz Kafka diaries
you don’t need to reinvent yourself this summer; you simply need to return to the things that make you feel most like you
Var, août 2022 © marinebeccarelli
some of you people are so annoying. i mean me too but good lord
een deel van jullie is zo irritant. ik bedoel ik ook maar lieve god
Czesław Miłosz, from “A Magic Mountain” (tr. Czesław Miłosz), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
[Text ID: “And the fog from the ocean is cool, for once again it is July”]

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A soft liquid joy like the noise of many waters flowed over his memory and he felt in his heart the soft peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above the waters, of oceanic silence, of swallows flying through the seadusk over the flowing waters.
— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Chapter 5)
Tristano di Robilant, Window, Venice, 1978