Every Picture Tells a Story: Lake Menteith in the fading light of a winters night

Comforting thought: The World of Terrifying Beauty By Karl Ove Knausgård

I remained where I was, standing with one hand in my pocket and the other around the handle of the pram. The triviality of the ketchup and mustard bottles, the blackened hotdogs. The camping table where the soft drinks were lined up, was almost inconceivable there beneath the stars, the dancing light of the bonfire. It was as if I was standing in a banal world and gazing into a magical one, as if our lives played out in the borderland between two parrallel realities.

We come from far away, from terrifying beauty…

…for a newborn child that opens its eyes for the first time, is like a star, like the sun, but we live our lives among pettiness and stupidity, in a world of burned hotdogs and wobbly camping tables. The great and terrifying beauty does not abandon us, it is there all the time, in everything that is always the same, in the sun and the stars, in the bonfire and the darkness, the blue carpet of flowers beneath the tree.

Januar ~ By this fire I warme my hands,
Omnia tempus habent: a delightful medieval rhyming calendar Januar ~ By this fire I warme my hands,

…It is of no use to us. It is too big for us, but we can look at it, and we can bow before it. ~ Karl Ove Knausgård

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2 thoughts on “Comforting thought: The World of Terrifying Beauty By Karl Ove Knausgård

  1. We do end up focusing on the trivial, don’t we? But the mighty and magical world just keeps on spinning all around us, whether we see it or not.

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