This is my dilemma…I am dust and ashes, frail and wayward, a set of
predetermined behavioural responses, riddled with fears, beset with
needs… the quintessence of dust and unto dust I shall return… But there
is something else in me… Dust I may be, but troubled dust, dust that
dreams, dust that has strange premonitions of transfiguration, of a
glory in store, a destiny prepared, an inheritance that will one day be
my own … So my life is stretched out in a painful dialectic between
ashes and glory, between weakness and transfiguration, I am a riddle to
myself, an exasperating enigma, this strange duality of dust and glory.
-Richard Holloway
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
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