Once we open ourselves, then we land on what is.
When shall we open our minds to the conviction that the ultimate reality of the world is neither matter nor spirit, is no definite thing, but a perspective? God is perspective and hierarchy; Satan’s sin was an error of perspective. Now, a perspective is perfected by the multiplication of its viewpoints and the precision with which we react to each one of its planes. The intuition of higher values fertilizes our contact with the lesser ones, and love for what is near and small makes the sublime real and effective within our hearts.
It’s everything you do
And nothing that you did.
“Don’t forget to put in your book that this is the first time old Fury ever see whiskey,” he says as he gulps down another slug. “Don’t forget to put in he can lie, too!” hoots one of his guests.
For death remembered should be
like a mirror
Who tells us life’s but breath, to
trust it error.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
“Do you remember what it was like being born?”
“It was like going down the toilet.”
To know how little one knows is to have genuine knowledge
Not to know how little one knows is to be deluded.
Only he who knows when he is deluded can free himself from such delusion. The intelligent man is not deluded, because he knows and accepts his ignorance as ignorance, and thereby has genuine knowledge.
Ignorance has no beginning, but it has an end. There is a beginning but no end to knowledge.
Life leads the thoughtful man on
a path of many windings.
Now the course is checked,
now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour
freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge
must be shut away in
But when two people are at one
in their inmost hearts,
They shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze.
And when two people understand
each other in their inmost hearts,
Their words are sweet and strong,
like the fragrance of orchids.
It is a good thing, it is even salutary, for a child to have periods of boredom, for him to learn to know the dialectics of exaggerated play and causeless, pure boredom.
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.”
I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And from vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.