No one is transformed by thinking. It is our nature to *relate*, not contain.
Love is not a noun. Nor a goal. Love is creating. Uniquely.
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray
[6 minute read] [see also resource index] [A shorter 1-minute version of below, extricated from any Dark Night contexts, is here.] Most narrowly, the phrase originates from a Spanish poem (Dark Night) centuries ago. Its author wrote explications of the poem which speak of two metaphorical nights that purge the soul to approach divine unionContinue reading “Dark Night of the Soul (4) – Introductory Musings: Exemplary Lessons?”