THURMAN’S CORNER – 2/28/21

A Sense of Self

There must be always remaining in every man’s life some place for the singing of the angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful and, by an inherent prerogative, throws all the rest of life into a new and creative relatedness, something that gathers up in itself all the freshets of experience from drab and commonplace areas of living and glows in one bright white light of penetrating beauty and meaning – then passes … despite all the crassness of life, despite all the hardness of life, despite all the harsh discords of life, life is saved by the singing of angels.

From his book “Deep Is The Hunger”