Biography of Jean Renwick
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Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren;
The battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson
(PULVIS ET UMBRA fr. Across the Plains)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
(fr. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse)
Why does life go on
when all Hell has broken loose within?
If all around has been lost,
losing one’s self becomes the last barrier to death.
One wonders how the mind conjures up emotion.
How the attachment in the mind grows once
that of the body is severed.