extremophile

Holy Emerson! “The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul. Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury, if it be anything more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming.”

And a friend of mine’s apt critical response: “…as though present/soul must not be burdened and enriched by the sufferings of the past. or maybe i’ve got it all wrong.”