We shall not even know that we have met.Yet meet we shall, and part, and meet again,Where dead men meet, on lips of living men.Samuel Butler, Mellonta tauta
on lips of living men:that is, through literature...
Still posting beauty, bless you.
jpj: but sometimes the lips themselves are lost in silence. "What use are poets in times of need? But you'll say they're like holy priests of the wine god, Moving from land to land in the holy night."kruse: thank you. I was re-reading Bachelard on earth and clay these past days and thought about you and your beautiful work a lot.