The Death of Virgil

Dear Reader,

This week we leave our dear Virgil behind and follow Broch who has taken up the mantle of the poet into the unknown where word is beyond speech. From the lightness of air, to the lightness that dissolves all distinction, to dusk, and the nocturnal, merging light and darkness, returning to the birth of light as he slips from one world into the ecstasy of reunification with Godhead and is reborn on the waves of creation. It is not the death of Virgil we are left with, but the rebirth.

Yours,

Sam