Notes.

[rei_c]

In the beginning He created a point, which became Thought, where all the figures were drawn. He was and was not, He was encompassed in the name yet not encompassed in the name, having as yet no name other than the desire to be called by a name. . . . He traced signs in the air; a dark light leapt from His most secret depth, like a colourless mist

Comments

[flinchflower]

*sighs in ecstasy*

[rei_c]

*Wary* Why the ecstatic sighing?

[flinchflower]

Sheer reassurance that there are other academics who revel in wading too. Seriously. I'm sad I don't have time to do so recently.

[rei_c]

I miss academia. I was reading Croce last night and had the terrifying fear that I'd lost all ability to think critically. *Shivers*

[veronamay]

... reeaaaaaaaaaaaallly. TELL ME MORE. *chinhands*

[rei_c]

Well, I had a piece of paper with notes on it and it was getting all torn up at the edges, and I note-dump on here a lot? *Grins*

[veronamay]

You are the biggest fucking tease on the planet. *glares*

[rei_c]

Maybe you should be more specific? *Grins more*