“Inquietum est cor nostrum…”

oleum infra aquam fusum super aquam attollitur, aqua supra oleum fusa infra oleum demergitur; ponderibus suis aguntur, loca sua petunt. minus ordinata inquieta sunt; ordinantur et quiescunt. pondus meum amor meus; eo feror, quocumque feror.

Oil poured under water is lifted up over the water, water poured over oil sinks down under the oil; they are led by their own weights, they seek their own places. Things which are less ordered are restless; they are ordered and they come to rest. My weight is my amor; I am borne by it, whithersoever I am borne.

Augustine, Confessions 10.10

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Your homework is to figure out what “amor” means.

Thanks, dear reader, should you ever find me, for seeking and being animated by the only thing that can make us happy.

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About philokalos

Philologist, historian, and lover of great books, I started this blog to keep myself alert to the beauty of what I see amid the demands of my work.
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