Spring 2024 - Recrudescence

Catherine Hoffman for Him, it means I shall have the same pierce of pain here on this dimension called ‘earth’, as He in Heaven for every creature not there with Him.

June the 7th.

But from this dirge of misery, a memory springs back; there was a speck of the sublime in the course of the events that happened with that fluff of a bird. First, it did not flee me. Second, the Cinke showed me what to do – he kept opening his beak for me to feed him. And, how come! What are the odds? – that I just happened to have an apple in my pocket? As well as that, the birdling Fluff, he actually ate the apple crumbs too big for his gullet. He pushed it, worked it, swallowed it down. And maybe even lived! Or simply flew away. Why haven’t I even thought of that! Even further, he let me feed him. And not from the ground, but from my hand. And then, Fluff also accepted a pat or two from the one finger. What the bird has shown is that though we animals are all set for death, we can feed each other, we can take care. It also showed that I, for long hadn’t taken care. Yes, I shrug it off, have no care, fear to me is a fraud, a vacillation, I take no caution in my life. But the fact that I cared for a bird says, I might care for myself as well. Be like Joska, I mean, he did, he helped a worm, so why wouldn’t I? I am not my own, is what all this said. I’m not owned by me.

I’m a piece of the goods, a possession of a Force outside

myself, a thing of use, and a home of everything else.

This is from the Unknown, always loved by ancients, the

Druids, all primitives, and by me too.

This is good news, isn’t it?

Anyway, it opens the view.

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