In Thy light do we see light. (Psalm 36:10)

   “Faith does not spring out of nothing, It comes with the discovery of the holy dimension of our existence. Faith opens our hearts for the entrance of the Holy.”  In The Holy Dimension,” Abraham Joshua Heschel says religion is “a divine grant to man.” It does not exist for consolation, for social benefit, or to guarantee eternal life (though it may entail all three). Rather, it is reality: The pious man believes that there is a secret interrelationship among all events, that the sweep of all we are doing reaches beyond the horizon of our comprehension, that there is a history of God and man in which everything is involved. Religion is the light in which even the momentous appears as a detail. It is the ultimateness in the face of which everything seems premature, preliminary, and transitory. The pious man lives in esteem for ultimateness, in devotion to the final amid the mortal and evanescent. Religious to him is the integration of the detail into the whole, the infusi...

https://youtu.be/tgjXG8MY2BM  i’ll Get By, 1944 - Art Tatum piano A Sailboat in the Moonlight https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0cPv7RLXfBY&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR3lz1JiPmmTrUT823vJY8wj06_imYvMMbaIESG5VVffwNSzmQTp34apaoE  Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight  Some are Born to sweet delight  Some are Born to Endless Night... from Augeries of Innocence,  William Blake We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;  How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,  Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon  Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:  Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings  Give various response to each varying blast,  To whose frail frame no second motion brings  One mood or modulation like the last. from Mutability, Percy Bysshe Shelley "I asked the brothers about the primary influence on their music: "Lester Young,” Albert (Ayler) answered. “The way he connected his ph...

   PAST AND PRESENT - Thomas Carlyle 1843 Book III. The Modern Worker. Phenomena But, it is said, our religion is gone: we no longer believe in St. Edmund, no longer see the figure of him 'on the rim of the sky,' minatory or confirmatory! God's absolute Laws, sanctioned by an eternal Heaven and an eternal Hell, have become Moral Philosophies, sanctioned by able computations of Profit and Loss, by weak considerations of Pleasures of Virtue and the Moral Sublime. It is even so. To speak in the ancient dialect, we 'have forgotten God;'—in the most modern dialect and very truth of the matter, we have taken up the Fact of this Universe as it is not. We have quietly closed our eyes to the eternal Substance of things, and opened them only to the Shows and Shams of things. We quietly believe this Universe to be intrinsically a great unintelligible Perhaps; extrinsically, clear enough, it is a great, most extensive Cattlefold and Workhouse, with most extensive Kitchen-ranges...