Psyche, or the Trials of the Soul
Have you ever had the chance to observe a butterfly hatching from its chrysalis? It is something truly magical. A year ago, I was in the Insectarium of Chicago’s Botanical Garden, and just stood in front of a glass panel behind which a few butterflies ready to hatch were put on display. It was in the middle of winter, with freezing cold temperatures outside, and like the butterflies, the few people inside the Insectarium were kept in a damp cocoon of warmth. It was easy and ecstatic to...
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Avez-vous jamais eu la chance d’observer un papillon en train d‘éclore de sa chrysalide? C’est un moment de pure magie. À peu près un an de cela, j‘étais dans l’Insectarium du Jardin Botanique de Chicago, et je me souviens être resté en face d’un panneau de verre derrière lequel quelques papillons en train d‘éclore étaient déposés pour être vus. C‘était en plein cœur de l’hiver, les températures extérieures glaciales, et, comme les papillons, les quelques...
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Letter from Rashine, or an innerlog turned into a longer text… Greetings my dear, As you are aware, the one known as Marguerite Yourcenar once said that she was inspired to write her brilliant work1 when she was reading a quote2. It was said that, as there was no longer the Gods of the Ancient Times, and as the era of Christ was yet to come, there was a unique moment, where man alone was. The feelings you have been experiencing now for a continued time framework are not, for that matter,...
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Lettre de Rashine, ou un internalogue devenu un plus long texte… Salutations très cher[s], Comme vous le savez, celle connu sous le nom de Marguerite Yourcenar a dit un jour qu’elle avait été inspirée d‘écrire son œuvre remarquable6 après avoir lu une citation7. Elle disait que, comme n’existaient plus les Dieux des Temps Antiques, et que l‘ère du Christ était encore à venir, il y avait eu un moment unique, où seul l’homme était. Les sentiments que vous avez éprouvés...
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“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.” Viola from Twelfth Night, or What You Will by William Shakespeare, Act I Scene 2 London, February 1677. That was one rainy Monday, chilling you to the marrow. Wrapped in fog, the moon, mistress of dreams and illusions, illuminated with opaline grace the cloudy welkin. On the front blown by the wind, a placard indicated in red frivolous letters the play that was to be played the next day....
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“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.” Viola from Twelfth Night, or What You Will by William Shakespeare, Act I Scene 2 « Cache ce que je suis, et assiste-moi Pour qu’avec chance prenne ce déguisement La forme de mon dessein. » Viola dans La Nuit des rois, ou Ce que vous voudrez, Acte I, Scène 2 Londres, février 1677. C‘était un lundi pluvieux, à vous glacer les os. Emmitouflée de brume, la lune, maîtresse des...
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