Came he among the whispering wood, or in the golden meads, Still he holds the cypress crown, which gold Apollo gave. Walked he in stormy wind about or in the laze of noon, Yet still he sings the song around, eternal end too soon. He rose above the blue sky … Continue reading
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Fears of What May Be, Erring Popes & Councils
Extra Ecclesiam non est salus &mda without (outside) the Church there is no salvation. This was the motto of the Christian Church during the Medieval Era, and (supposedly) that which is objectionable in the Church today – the neo-pagans argue that the Church assimilated and reduced what it could not … Continue reading