207 . SAINT TOMAS DE AQUINO

207 SAINT TOMAS DE AQUINO

I travel from century to century perfection of what is felt I extend the specter of knowing I denounce the Carcas of my thirst. My thirst comes from the spilled blood fallen on the cross expelled at the side of the thief and the agitator.

Sensitive perception Blood, fire and primal mind the sensitive image but down through the corridors of the monastery towards the most subterranean is the essence of material things, capillary tunnel of the verb ribbing along its walls scaly meandering reflections shining through its edges inside screaming at him, carrying him step after step a face behind a shadow behind the abstracted door in Mont Casino. A spit on the landing the entity is felt has reached the essences throbbing and sniffing understanding agent, behind the light, to find a freshness in the universal universal. To understand groping, to go through the sky and also to become tense because it is no longer feared to find an indication naked. I go along a branch of myself towards a latent tearing and the lookout. I find intelligible that detaches itself from its touch from its casing to fill itself on a divan of divine entity. Stupefied of its transparency unique and eternal eternally alone in every thing in re the sign in every beat ante rem the universal.