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Chapter 1. The Weed
Chapter 2. Chartres
Chapter 3. Gula1
Chapter 4. Jorge
Chapter 5. Bread
Chapter 6. The skinny musician died on stage
Chapter 7. Acedia7
Chapter 8. Demons
Chapter 9. Yes
Chapter 10. The beginning of Great Work
Chapter 11. Avaritia11
Chapter 12. Luxuria12
Chapter 13. Into the water
Chapter 14. Jonah
Chapter 15. De Profundis
Chapter 16. Invidia17
Chapter 17. Ira20
Chapter 18. Down
Chapter 19. Superbia21
Chapter 20. Vertical of Spirit
Chapter 21. Leaden movement of epochs
Chapter 22. The Cathedral
“God is the great architect of the Universe, causa causans of everything, as St.Thomas Aquinas said,” our Abbot used to say.
One dark evening towards the end of the summer, a delivery man from Graben took me to the monastery on the top of the hill and handed me to the Abbot (“in a sac, like a captive Turkish kid,” as Jorge retold later) together with a purse full of gold. Since then, my birthday had been set in August, at the last roar of a lion, according to the astrological signs calculated by a young fair-haired Prior Edward, who had a pathologic tendency for magical (or so) teachings. Sometime later, during the late summer days, I was christened Anselm, and soon started to learn reading the Holy Writ. And while other boys ran errands helping the cellarer in the kitchens, Jorge took me to the Black Gardens.
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The architect took me into the yard and asked me to draw a square on the ground,
“Imagine that the square is inside the church nave, and take it as a unit. And now circle it around.”
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