Cirrus@Austlit

Epigraph: There are moments of the sacred ground in which world order is beheld as present. Then the tone is heard all of a sudden whose uninterpretable score the ordered world is, These moments are immortal; none are more evanescent. They leave no content that could be preserved, but their force enters into the creation and into man's knowledge, and the radiation of its force penetrates the ordered world and thaws it again and again, Thus the history of the Individual, thus the history of the race. - Martin Buber// "Work off your own psyche, baby" _- Misha Morozov