Fire from Heaven

Lines from "God's Grandeur"
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil . . .
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil . . .

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Antigravity Live

Premise One:

There is an illness
that runs riot around the world,
breaking hearts & ravishing lives
as it goes, & that illness is
what we call depression.

Premise Two:

Depression is caused by
what we may term "emotional
gravity," which is the kind
of gravity that this blog
chiefly sets out to disperse
& dispel, so that we may
once again live & breathe
without the weight of the world
sitting crushingly on our shoulders,
so that we may once again
breathe as freely as we were
meant to breathe.

Premise Three:

Darkness is dispelled as
the lights come up & a voice says:

Whatever it is that you deeply believe in,
here is something new to energize your faith,
something new to lift you up above the dread
of your days and unite you with your true self.
Announcing the slow, sweet and continuing
revelation of the mystery that dwells
in the name and reality of Antigravity.

A mystery, then. And that is good,
because mysteries intrigue.
But how do you get the hang of this mystery?

Just one thing, really, is required:
You have to keep coming back,
back here, back to this blog.