love this quote:
"Watching her impossibly steady hand, the deft maneuvering of the quill (each of the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet requires its own separate technique) and the inexorable progress of the text across a column and down a page yields a palpable sense of ancient ritual that slows your breathing, and you can’t help seeing that she is communing deeply with the text as she copies it. The writing is an act of faith."
hello from somewhere over the midwest. i'm trying out American Airlines' gogo inflight WiFi. So far so good. I'm emailing Tim a 4MB JPG. Curious to see if it goes through...
I'm heading to the C21 conference in Minneapolis, MN where I'll be live-sketching the event for the next three days. Tonight I get to play some worship songs at the Luthermergent worship service at Sparkhouse's studios. Fun.
I'll try to post a little here and there.
Paul
He whom I bow to only knows to whom I bow
When I attempt the ineffable Name, murmuring Thou,
And dream of Pheidian fancies and embrace in heart
Symbols (I know) which cannot be the thing thou art.
Thus always, taken at their word, all prayers blaspheme
Worshiping with frail images a folk-lore dream,
And all men in their praying, self-deceived, address
The coinage of their own unquiet thoughts, unless
Thou in magnetic mercy to thyself divert
Our arrows aimed unskillfully, beyond desert;
And all men are idolaters, crying unheard
To a deaf idol, if thou take them at their word.
Take not, O Lord, our literal sense. Lord, in thy great,
Unbroken speech our limping metaphor translate.
