Dream of the Book
I had this dream a few weeks ago:
"Logos"
I am holding a book. It is a large, leather-bound thing with parchment pages, very medieval, but not elaborate. It is open, and I look more closely at the pages. The text is in a language I don't remember, in black calligraphy. The drop caps look like they are done in a metallic leaf, but instead of gold, they are a deep, rich, shining cobalt blue. There is some kind of illuminated border around the text.
As I gaze at these pages of the book, I am overcome by its exquisite beauty and begin to weep. I feel that I am in the presence of God.
"Logos"
I am holding a book. It is a large, leather-bound thing with parchment pages, very medieval, but not elaborate. It is open, and I look more closely at the pages. The text is in a language I don't remember, in black calligraphy. The drop caps look like they are done in a metallic leaf, but instead of gold, they are a deep, rich, shining cobalt blue. There is some kind of illuminated border around the text.
As I gaze at these pages of the book, I am overcome by its exquisite beauty and begin to weep. I feel that I am in the presence of God.