Continuous flower.

Our U.S. friends are tearing their hearts out by an incomprehensible tragedy. Inaction, disdain of danger, and degradation to public violence collided in a shocking day for the Virginia Tech, the nation and the world.
Paul and Bryce, between others, were blogging their experiences and emotions. Words cannot express enough condolences.
I still remain recalling unconnected literature moments, like an insomniac.

"As a hill images itself in some clear lake, as though upon its own rich verdancy to gaze, so in that light, around that eminence, round and around in thousand ranks I saw the conquering saints of God. And if so low, so large the light, the concourse, nearly viewed, judge what must be the outmost amplitude of the wide petals of that golden Rose. But not the great breadth nor the ample height could give denial to mine eager sight of the full sweep of that ranged ecstasy. For, where God is, nor near nor far can be, nor Nature's laws have any meaning there. Within the gold of the eternal Rose Beatrice drew me, while its petals spread wide open to that sun which round it shed an everlasting spring, the while its praise continual perfume gave."

Dante Alighieri, Paradiso.


This is "Continuous flower".
We want to believe in a higher instance. Life goes on. That includes our heartache; fortunately pain relief may come from other people.