Status Updates From Holy the Firm

So live. I'll be the nun for you. I am now.

This will all be a dream, an anecdote, something to tell your husband one night: I was burned. Or if you're scarred, you're scarred. People love the good not much less than the beautiful, and the happy as well, or even just the living, for the world of it all, and heart's home. ... Mornings you'll whistle, full of the pleasure of days, and afternoons this or that, and nights cry love...

Happy birthday, little one and wise; you got there early, the easy way. The world knew you before you knew the world. The gods in their boyish, brutal games bore you like a torch, a firebrand, recklessly over the heavens, to the glance of the one God, fathomless and mild, dissolving you into the sheets.

We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of light uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.

pg 60: ...meagre, baffling, and infuriating answers to one of the few questions worth asking, to wit, What in the Sam Hill is going on here?

pg 61: We do need reminding, not of what God can do, but of what he cannot do, or will not, which is to catch time in its free fall and stick a nickel's worth of sense into our days.

Purchased because I wanted to treat myself to an odd little book. Owner of the second-hand book shop said it was a good choice and that it had the most beautiful description of a dying moth I'd ever read.
He was correct.

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all. We sleep to time’s Hurdy Gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of light uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it’s time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it’s time to break our necks for home.

I had the sudden urge to read this again

shit got reaaaaal deep near the end and it’s just been sitting in my bag since. i’m mustering the mental courage

everything else she’s said has been bars so i think im just not ready for it yet. it’s fine annie. i can wait

last book of the year and it’s inspired by the loml so hopefully it’ll be a good one