Did you flirt with Kant, perhaps Aristotle? While you scrutinized Metaphysics, Scholasticism, Augustinianism? Did you look into the constellation of Taurus as you studiously calculated a parallel universe? Did you walk in the theory of grace, to set the pace of ethical well being? Individualism of a laissez faire practice?
Were you an enlightenment thinker with a top hat, carrying a cane, while we drank our Apostelwein 1727 from the famous 12 Apostles cellar in Bremen? Did you teach or ask the questions? Did the students learn from you, did you learn from your students?
Perhaps that winding road of life encompasses a trail of awareness, while we search for the answers to the unknown. Circling back to God, asking him to lead the way on a dark winters day.
Love my once loved
mistress
I must now there
forego
a cauldron of such a
lawless love
the spring of
friendship with the
filth of
concupiscence
I beclouded its
brightness with the
hell of lustfulness.
emotion gone but
still remains there
the lovely sextress
Love my once loved mistress
I must now there forego
A cauldron of such a lawless love
The spring of friendship with the filth of concupiscence
I beclouded its brightness with the hell of lustfulness.
Emotion gone not but the lovely sextress