And More Than Once In The Course Of Time, The Same Theme Reappears: Among The Mystics Of The Fifteenth Century, It Has Become The Motif Of The Soul As A Skiff, Abandoned On The Infinite Sea Of Desires, In The Sterile Field Of Cares And Ignorance, Among The Mirages Of Knowledge, Amid The Unreason Of The World - A Craft At The Mercy Of The Sea's Great Madness, Unless It Throws Out A Solid Anchor, Faith, Or Raises Its Spiritual Sails So That The Breath Of God May Bring It To Port.
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And More Than Once In The Course
Michel Foucault
And More Than Once In The Course Of Time, The Same Theme Reappears: Among The Mystics Of The Fifteenth Century, It Has Become The Motif Of The Soul As A Skiff, Abandoned On The Infinite Sea Of Desires, In The Sterile Field Of Cares And Ignorance, Among The Mirages Of Knowledge, Amid The Unreason Of The World - A Craft At The Mercy Of The Sea's Great Madness, Unless It Throws Out A Solid Anchor, Faith, Or Raises Its Spiritual Sails So That The Breath Of God May Bring It To Port.
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