A Letter
to a most deserving recipient,
in the form of
an Analogy.
to a most deserving recipient,
in the form of
an Analogy.
I do quite like to think of these capricious downpours of mid-July rather not as a deliberate mischief of the heavens but as an inadvertent or even accidental choice—an act of weather as it were sent mistakenly at the wrong hemisphere or at the wrong time of the year—and not without cause :
There was much wisdom I believe in the ancient and Mediæval notion that each man in striving for perfection ought to seek the analogy of the cosmos and its universal forces and heavenly bodies on one hand to his own personal body and soul on the other, achieving thus the brave and noble aspiration to the true heavenly Harmony of the World’s Design. And in the same attempt, though crippled by the spirit of our times and my own deficient nature, I too am well invested; and my investments have paid off no higher interest than would their ragged constitution entitle them to.
And yet that is a great degree, for I have in my lame and earnest industry managed to resemble the perfect wisdom of such chancy errors of the earthly heavens as I above describe. And, even as these heavens in their established perfection as part of the Universal Design do sometimes err concealing from their rightfully entitled lands and seasons the constant and irrevocable calm and glory of th’unblemished skies, so do I by stumbling tongue or by deficient attentiveness or memory (which both do afflict me) o’ershadow the true gratitude and frank, naive affection due to such kind and generous people as one has only just met.
There was much wisdom I believe in the ancient and Mediæval notion that each man in striving for perfection ought to seek the analogy of the cosmos and its universal forces and heavenly bodies on one hand to his own personal body and soul on the other, achieving thus the brave and noble aspiration to the true heavenly Harmony of the World’s Design. And in the same attempt, though crippled by the spirit of our times and my own deficient nature, I too am well invested; and my investments have paid off no higher interest than would their ragged constitution entitle them to.
And yet that is a great degree, for I have in my lame and earnest industry managed to resemble the perfect wisdom of such chancy errors of the earthly heavens as I above describe. And, even as these heavens in their established perfection as part of the Universal Design do sometimes err concealing from their rightfully entitled lands and seasons the constant and irrevocable calm and glory of th’unblemished skies, so do I by stumbling tongue or by deficient attentiveness or memory (which both do afflict me) o’ershadow the true gratitude and frank, naive affection due to such kind and generous people as one has only just met.
to D— and I—
