you know what it is like. one forgets.
Rossetta asked me why I was conversing with the synod of the NG Kerk. when I heard . twice. when I hear about the rumours, that we were Satanists and that the sculptures had caused the floods, I invited the dominee to discuss the matter. He snubbed my letter, as he would do the 2nd one I wrote a few months later, asking him if he was afraid of the Devil. Now I am in contact with the synod. They don't quite know what to do. Why am I doing this? Götterdämmerung? salvation? flexing a muscle? needing to know, see, hear judgement.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man. Dostoevsky
What I had forgotten is that it is the individual that matters to me, more than anything else.
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