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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2021 6:39 pm
by Lou Gold
I made the image over twenty years ago. Perhaps the man is ready to stop sitting back and thinking about it. Perhaps we are going to act. Know hope!


The Machine endangers all we have made.
We allow it to rule instead of obey.
To build a house, cut the stone sharp and fast:
the carver's hand takes too long to feel its way.

The Machine never hesitates, or we might escape
and its factories subside into silence.
It thinks it's alive and does everything better.
With equal resolve it creates and destroys.

But life holds mystery for us yet. In a hundred places
we can still sense the source: a play of pure powers
that - when you feel it - brings you to your knees.

There are yet words that come near the unsayable,
and, from crumbling stones, a new music
to make a sacred dwelling in a place we cannot own.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(In Praise of Mortality, trans. A. Barrows and J. Macy)