23-01-2022, 12:34 PM
"This is what you shall do; love the earth & the sun & the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid & crazy, devote your income & labour to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience & indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons & with the young, & with the mothers of families, re examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, & dismiss whatever insults your own soul; & your very flesh shall be a great poem, & have the richest fluency, not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips & face & between the lashes of your eyes & in every motion & joint of your body."
Walt Whitman
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth."
The prophet, Kahlil Gibran
"The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter & that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness."
Andre Malraux, La condition humaine (Man's fate)
Walt Whitman
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth."
The prophet, Kahlil Gibran
"The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter & that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness."
Andre Malraux, La condition humaine (Man's fate)
in order to be old & wise, you must first be young & stupid. (I'm still working on that.)