We know little of the creature, till we know it as it stands related to the Creator: single letters, and syllables uncomposed, are no better than nonsense. (Richard Baxter) Al- In the beginning was the Word. Pha And we too were words, the sounds of breath from His lips: Adam Let us make Image LikenessContinue reading “Broken Syllables”
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From Ashes Part 8: No work for tinkers
It is autumn in my home town of Melbourne as I write these words, and outside the University library the streets are bathed in orange, golden and golden-brown leaves. It is a glorious sight, one of those moments where something seemingly hopeless – the dying of leaves – can be simultaneously so beautiful. I wasContinue reading “From Ashes Part 8: No work for tinkers”
The Consolations of Writing 