Not exact matches
Glorious Lord Christ: the divine influence secretly diffused and active in the depths of matter, and the dazzling centre where all the innumerable fibres of the manifold meet; power as implacable as the world and as warm as life; you whose forehead is of the whiteness of snow, whose eyes are of fire, and whose feet are brighter
than molten gold; you whose hands imprison the stars; you who are the first and the last, the living and the dead and the risen again; you who gather into your exuberant unity every
beauty, every affinity, every energy, every mode of
existence; it is you to whom my being cried out with a desire as vast as the universe, «In truth you are my Lord and my God.»
Or begin with your own inspired hours, when you experienced what Hugh Walpole, the novelist, once described: «I affirm that I have become aware, not by my own wish, almost against my will, of an
existence of another life of far, far greater importance and
beauty than this physical one.»
Hagler, who was Noel's student, writes that «Scott always encouraged in me a love for the wholeness of perception, I would even say the wholeness of
existence, accepting even that which is problematic, in the world and in myself, and integrating it and shaping it to try to produce an artwork which is so much more
than a mimetic image, but under the best of circumstances becomes a fictionalized embodiment of reality that embraces a more complicated
beauty and somehow, deep inside, rings true.»