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A language like Greek where agape is one thing and eros another; desire one thing and longing-with-a-beating-heart another; bitterness one thing and marasmus another; guts one, entrails something else. In clear tones I mean which are--alas--grasped less and less by those who more and more are distanced from the meaning of a celestial body whose light is our assimilated labor, just as it doesn't cease revolving every day, all brilliance, to reward us.
Whether we want to or not, we are the matter as well as the instrument of a perpetual exchange between what sustains us and what we give it to sustain us: the black we give to receive the white, the mortal, everlasting.
And we're indebted to some bright duration for our potential joy.
from Eros, Eros, Eros by Odysseus Elytis (dutifully so, i am, sir)
A language like Greek where agape is one thing and eros another; desire one thing and longing-with-a-beating-heart another; bitterness one thing and marasmus another; guts one, entrails something else. In clear tones I mean which are--alas--grasped less and less by those who more and more are distanced from the meaning of a celestial body whose light is our assimilated labor, just as it doesn't cease revolving every day, all brilliance, to reward us.
Whether we want to or not, we are the matter as well as the instrument of a perpetual exchange between what sustains us and what we give it to sustain us: the black we give to receive the white, the mortal, everlasting.
And we're indebted to some bright duration for our potential joy.
from Eros, Eros, Eros by Odysseus Elytis (dutifully so, i am, sir)