On October 2nd, I met an old friend, and together we entered a large, crowded room in the Bastion. And in that room we encountered a flame. Red and red. They projected it on a giant screen: it appeared in a 12th-century illustration; the red river was there, flowing over the head of a nun. And that flame told us that it had once met a very special woman in the Rhine Valley. And that woman was named Hildegard of Bingen, born in 1098, a Benedictin…
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On October 2nd, I met an old friend, and together we entered a large, crowded room in the Bastion. And in that room we encountered a flame. Red and red. They projected it on a giant screen: it appeared in a 12th-century illustration; the red river was there, flowing over the head of a nun. And that flame told us that it had once met a very special woman in the Rhine Valley. And that woman was named Hildegard of Bingen, born in 1098, a Benedictin…