on till has a claim upon her.

    Unless ually c into the candle flame.

    e meet Mary Magdalene in traordinary er s  of precious ointment, sonisically precise it is surprising it is represented so rarely in art, especially t of teentury,  so often toget beautiful net o snare men as --  it, too. All in all, ture a repentant prostitute would make.

    S time, and taken off  time. Noself in time, t mirror ool of rade; it  ss of ty s toget noead of reflecting  duplicates the pure flame.

    of a candle flame. I een  first tively lig o ride t ense, to concentrate my mind upon an imaginary candle flame.

    Look at t is te and steady it is. At te flame is a cone of blue, transparent air; t is to look at, t is to concentrate on. , I fixed all my attention on t t of t  of trated enoug, it , too.

    Soon time to tirely subsumed by t my body, doo finally let t t tention rated on the flame.

    Once ts  snuffed itself out; to me.

    Mary Magdalene meditates upon ters than herself.

    ture, for it is t silent of pictures, emanates not from t from te ligranced to enlig. S speak,  speak. In t, s, maybe, but s speecer ter sated upon t speec as s aside  a, is being born out of tercourse he candle flame.

    But somet of tercourse  already. S a sacred o mori, a skull.