Her beatitude leant forward to her, as if to embrace. The rich presence enveloped her; out of a broken and contrite heart she sighed with joy. On the inhaled breath her splendour glowed again; on the exhaled it passed. She stood alone, at peace. Dawn was in the air; ecce omnia nova facio.
Do not tell me it is too late to be successful or happy. Do not tell me you are sick or broken in spirit, the spirit cannot be sick or broken, because it is of God.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, The Heart of the New Thought
one puzzle she couldn’t solve was people. To Ada, they all seemed to be broken in ways she couldn’t make sense of, and couldn’t fix.
Jordan Stratford, The Case of the Missing Moonstone
Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels
And her chastity broken beneath holy seals,
Each with with seven-point star written on!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
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