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RT @nick_routledge: @PervertGuide The deepest layer of reality is not 'stuff' but living utterance—generative speech. Spirit is articulated relation; existence in eternal conversation—first cause and final cause voiced as a single, cruciform Word. Meaning is the eschatological grammar of that Voice in time.

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Tweets and subtweets: George Steiner spoke of "the honest treason of the comparatist, the translator; a persistent infidelity to any one tradition, culture or community of recognition." Ultimately, the greater assimilative space of a planetary prophetology? Hillman: "Words, like angels, are powers." Sublime, from @chebhocine on Said, echoing the trans-cultural, cross-fertilizing hermeneutics of the contemporary poet-translator, Clayton Eshleman: “the antiphonal traffic of translation, for me, opens up a greater assimilative space than monolingual reading.” George Steiner: “If, as blind poets can, we pass our fingers along the living edge of words – Spanish words, Russian words, Aramaic words, the syllables of a singer in Cathay – we shall feel in them the subtle beat of a great current pulsing from a common center...” 3/ The subtle beat of a great current pulsing from a common center; the final word, the root mantra, made up of all letters and combinations of letters in all tongues. Earth Epiphany, planetarily manifest.

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Nick Routledge@nick_routledge · 2 Oct 2025

@BretVDB @malcolmguite end/ Prophetic speech is exorcism's counter-spell. An archetypal irruption—truth sounded—it sets refiner’s fire to pseudo-order, evil’s veneers, and hollow abstraction, revoking its claim and rebinding the field to truth. Where the Word sounds, the Real can bear weight again.

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Quoted byRT @nick_routledge: @HootenWilson The Word that calls galaxies into being also speaks syllables into form. When that Word breathes through language, imagination is baptized—a shimmering echo of the great Incarnation. Under this Word, our words become sacraments of meaning—beauty bearing the weight of truth.Quoted by@HootenWilson The Word that calls galaxies into being also speaks syllables into form. When that Word breathes through language, imagination is baptized—a shimmering echo of the great Incarnation. Under this Word, our words become sacraments of meaning—beauty bearing the weight of truth.