The Votary of the Blue Flower

Blue Rose

And every day there were what are called the Green Hills; that is, the low line of the Castlereugh Hills which we saw from the nursery windows. They were not very far off but they were, to children, quite unobtainable. They taught me longing—Sehnsucht: made me for good or ill, and before I was six years old, a votary of the Blue Flower. Continue reading

Self Knowledge

I am worm, I am slave, I am king, I am God. ~ Gabriel Derjavine The “to be silent” therefore precedes the “to know”, the “to will” and the “to dare”. This is why the Pythagorean school prescribed five years silence to beginners or “hearers”. One dared to speak there … Continue reading

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