C.T.'s.1910s#8c

I'm not sure who these lads are. I think it is my Grandfather Carl and his brother.

 

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“I read somewhere that a thing that does not exist in relation to anything else cannot itself be said to exist. I can’t quite see the meaning of a statement so purely hypothetical as this, though I may simply lack understanding. But it does remind me of that afternoon when nothing flew through the air, no one slid or drifted or tagged, when there was no waltz at all, so to speak. It seems to me that the storm had to put an end to it, as if it were a fire to be put out, an eruption into this world of an alarming kind of nullity. “There was silence in heaven for about half an hour.” It seems a little like that as I remember it, though it went on a good deal longer than half an hour. Null. That word has real power. My grandfather had nowhere to spend his courage, no way to feel it in himself. That was a great pity."

(from the novel “Gilead” by Marilynne Robinson)

 

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Oceans

 

by Juan Ramon Jimenez

 

I have a feeling that my boat

has struck, down there in the depths,

against a great thing.

And nothing

happens! Nothing ... Silence .... Waves ....

 

------Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,

and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

 

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"Contemplation is the ever new view upon the same."

 

~Phillip Gronin

maker of the film Die Grosse Stille.

 

 

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