Today, after walking around Magdalen College and the Thames river, Claire, Brooke, Matt and I all decided to have an informal Inklings meeting. Currently reading each other our work and writing and editing, drinking loads of tea.
I read my poem I posted earlier today- since it was fresh on my mind. I just thought i'd stop here for a moment to document tonight.
Intellect is not intellect without communitas; without the marriage of true minds. It is comforting to find that in all the world there are, in fact, true minds.
in the words of Sleeping At Last-
"unconditionally cared for by those who share our broken hearts."
cheers.
I read my poem I posted earlier today- since it was fresh on my mind. I just thought i'd stop here for a moment to document tonight.
Intellect is not intellect without communitas; without the marriage of true minds. It is comforting to find that in all the world there are, in fact, true minds.
in the words of Sleeping At Last-
"unconditionally cared for by those who share our broken hearts."
cheers.
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