Meditations #30

His daughter had died, he told me, tears running freely down his cheeks.  He went alone into the desert in search of himself, to touch the very center.

 The fearful void.

 The prophet lived 40 burning days and bitter nights in the desert, alone, hungry, engaged in an epic struggle.

 The angels came to them both.

 To spend one night in the desert, encircled by the horizon, is to be embraced by infinity.

 

 

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