Friday, August 31, 2012

Quotes on thought and action by Bertrand Russell

Oscar Bluhm Art

A habit of finding pleasure in thought rather than action is a safeguard against unwisdom and excessive love of power, a means of preserving serenity in misfortune and peace of mind among worries. A life confined to what is personal is likely, sooner or later, to become unbearably painful; it is only by windows into a larger and less fretful cosmos that the more tragic parts of life become endurable.”
Bertrand Russell, In Praise of Idleness: And Other Essays

Thoughts in Solitude by Thomas Merton

Thoughts in Solitude by Thomas Merton

The solitary life, being silent, clears away the smoke-screen of words that man has laid down between his mind and things. In solitude we remain face to face with the naked being of things. And yet we find that the nakedness of reality which we have feared, is neither a matter of terror nor for shame. It is clothed in the friendly communion of silence, and this silence is related to love. The world our words have attempted to classify, to control and even to despise (because they could not contain it) comes close to us, for silence teaches us to know reality by respecting it where words have defiled it.

When we have lived long enough alone with the reality around us, our veneration will learn how to bring forth a few good words about it from the silence which is the mother of Truth.

Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being. Between the silence of the world and the silence of God. When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor from other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Moments Of Vision by Thomas Hardy

Vicente Romero Redondo

Moments Of Vision
by Thomas Hardy

That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see
Of you and me?

That mirror
Whose magic penetrates like a dart,
Who lifts that mirror
And throws our mind back on us, and our heart,
until we start?

That mirror
Works well in these night hours of ache;
Why in that mirror
Are tincts we never see ourselves once take
When the world is awake?

That mirror
Can test each mortal when unaware;
Yea, that strange mirror
May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair,
Glassing it -- where?

It’s good to feel you are close to me by Pablo Nerdua

Serge Marshennikov Art

It’s good to feel you are close to me
Pablo Neruda

It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,

something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Inspiring child quotes

The innocent one is he who does not explain, for whom life is both a mystery and a total light, one who does not complain... For innocence admits of neither regret nor dispute. The innocent one assumes all responsibility.
Jean Giraudoux

Every child is a deliberate, passionate creation of God. If you doubt that, just look into their eyes. You will find a gentle little spirit who hungers for life - and for your love.
Gary Holland

When I approach a child, he inspires in me two sentiments; tenderness for what he is, and respect for what he may become.
Louis Pasteur

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet tired of the man.
Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost

A Boundless Moment
Robert Frost

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.


Victor Hugo
Translated by Andrew Lang

The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,
With muffled music, murmured far and wide!

Ah, Spring time, when we think of all the lays
That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,
Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,
Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,
The messages of love that mortals write
Filled with intoxication of delight,
Written in April, and before the May time
Shredded and flown, play things for the wind’s play-time,

We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to Butterflies.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz

Joshua Bell-O Mio Babbino Caro

The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well.
As a matter of fact,
I know no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all die!

Constantly remind yourself, "I am a member of the whole body of conscious things." If you think of yourself as a mere "part," then love for mankind will not well up in your heart; you will look for some reward in every act of kindness and miss the boon which the act itself is offering. Then all your work will be seen as a mere duty and not as the very porthole connecting you with the Universe itself.
Marcus Aurelius

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship.
Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment,it will not be created for years or even generations.
Kahlil Gibran

Richard Johnson Painting

True love means the fight has disappeared, the two have become one. Their bodies exist separately but their being has mingled. The boundaries are lost, there is no division. There is no ‘I’ and no ‘thou’, no one exists.

My message of love is not the message of that love which is the polar opposite of hate. My message of love is of that love which is capable of absorbing hate and transforming it.

If you love, love with awareness. If I was going to teach you I would not tell you whom to love, how to love. That is all nonsense. Love is your intrinsic quality. You are born with it, just as hate is also there. I will teach you, be aware. Before anything happens to you — love or hate, anger, passion, compassion, anything — be aware. Let everything arise out of your awareness.

Love is food: food for the soul. When a child sucks at his mother’s breast for the first time, he is sucking two things, not only milk — milk is going into his body and love is going into his soul. Love is invisible, just as soul is invisible; milk is visible just as body is visible. If you have eyes to see, you can see two things together dripping into the child’s being from the mother’s breast. Milk is just the visible part of love; love is the invisible part of milk — the warmth, the love, the compassion, the blessing.

The higher you reach, the more unburdened you need to be. So a miser cannot soar high. A miser cannot soar in love, or in prayer, or in God. He remains clinging to the earth, he almost remains rooted in the earth. Trees cannot fly. If you want to fly, you need to be uprooted. You need to be like a white cloud, with no roots anywhere — a wanderer.

Love is like a spring that never stops flowing.
When you arrive at this spring, do not rush to drink from it.
Stop and rest a while, recover from the long road you have traveled and then catch the water into your hands
like in a cup and bring it to your lips, slowly,
do not be afraid that the water will ever dry up.
The spring of love is inexhaustible.
So drink the water of love without haste
and with grateful recognition.
Each of the persons who love you is a spring from which you draw,
so be careful and do not make this spring cloudy.
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

Albert Lynch Art


If you develop love truly great,
rid of the desire to hold and possess.
That strong, clean love untarnished by lust,
that love which does not expect to be repayed,
that love which is firm but not grasping,
enduring but not tied down,
gentle and settled,
diamond-hard but unhurting,
helpful but not interfering,
cool and refreshing,
giving more than taking,
dignified but not proud,
soft but not weak,
that love which leads to Enlightenment,
then you will be washed of all ill-will.

Hughes Merle Art

Love is the divine Mother's arms; when those arms are spread, every soul falls into them.
He met everyone on his own plane, spoke to everyone in his own language. What did Jesus teach when he said to the fishermen, 'Come hither, I will make you fishers of men?' It did not mean, 'I will teach you ways by which you get the best of man.' It only meant: your tact, your sympathy will spread its arms before every soul who comes, as mother's arms are spread out for her little ones.
Hazrat Inayat Khan

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Sea quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

I love the rain/Rain quote by Frederick Buechner

I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was--a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days. But more than anything, I think, I loved rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe. I loved rain for making home seem home more deeply.
Frederick Buechner

Friday, August 24, 2012

Votre Pensée et La Mienne de Khalil Gibran

Richard Clayderman-Te amo

Extraits de"Votre Pensée Et La Mienne"
Khalil Gibran

Votre pensée est un arbre enraciné profondément dans le sol de la tradition, dont les branches se développent dans la puissance de la continuité.
Ma pensée est un nuage se déplaçant dans l'espace. Il se transforme en gouttes de pluie qui, en tombant, forment un ruisseau qui chante la joie de cheminer vers la mer. Puis il se transforme de nouveau en vapeur dans le ciel.

Votre pensée est une forteresse qui ni rafale ni foudre ne peuvent secouer.
Ma pensée est une feuille tendre qui balance dans chaque direction et trouve son plaisir dans son balancement.

Votre pensée est un dogme antique qui ne peux pas vous transformer - pas plus que vous ne pouvez le changer. Ma pensée est nouvelle, elle me remet en question et je l'examine chaque matin et chaque soir.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée vous permet de croire à la lutte inégale du fort contre le faible, à la duperie des gens simples par ceux qui sont habiles.
Ma pensée crée en moi le désir de me baisser jusqu'à terre avec ma houe, de moissonner la récolte avec ma faucille, de construire ma maison avec des pierres et du mortier, et tisser mes vêtements de laine et de toile.

Votre pensée vous invite à rechercher richesse et gloire.
La mienne prône l'indépendance.
La vôtre vénère la notoriété et le paraître.
La mienne m'implore de mettre toute notoriété de côté et de la traiter comme un grain de sable sur le rivage de l'éternité.

La vôtre laisse pénétrer dans votre coeur des pensées d'arrogance et de supériorité.
La mienne rempli mon coeur d'amour pour la paix et de désir d'indépendance.

Votre pensée engendre des rêves de palais remplis de meubles de bois de santal incrustés de bijoux, et de lits drapés de soie.
Ma pensée murmure doucement dans des mes oreilles, "Sois pur, aussi bien dans ton corps que dans ton esprit - même si tu n'as nulle part où poser ta tête."

Vos pensées vous font aspirer aux titres et aux fonctions officielles.
Les miennes m'exhortent à servir humblement.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée parle de belles femmes, de femmes laides, de femmes brillantes et de femmes stupides.
La mienne voit dans chaque femme une mère, une soeur, ou la fille d'un autre homme.

Les sujets de votre pensée sont des voleurs, des criminels, et des assassins.
La mienne déclare que les voleurs sont le fruit des monopoles, les criminels sont la progéniture des tyrans, et les assassins sont d'abord des victimes.

Votre pensée décrit des lois, des cours de justice, des juges, des punitions.
La mienne explique que quand l'homme fait une loi, il lui obéit ou la viole impunément. Or s'il y a une loi fondamentale, nous devrions être tous égaux devant elle.

Dans votre pensée il y a l'habile, l'artiste, l'intellectuel, le philosophe, le prêtre.
Dans la mienne il y a celui qui aime, l'affectueux, le sincère, l'honnête, le direct, le bon, et le martyre.

Dans votre pensée il y a les riches, les pauvres, et les mendiants.
Ma pensée soutient qu'il n'y a pas d'autre richesse que la vie; que nous sommes tous des mendiants, et que le plus grand bienfait est de sauver la vie elle-même.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée différencie le pragmatiste de l'idéaliste, la partie du tout, le mystique du matérialiste.
La mienne se rend compte que la vie est une et que ses poids, ses mesures et ses classements ne coïncident pas avec vos poids, vos mesures et vos classements.
Celui que vous prenez pour un idéaliste est peut être plus pratique que vous.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée est faite d'on -dits et de faux plaisirs. La mienne est la pensée de celui qui est perdu dans son propre pays, de l'étranger dans sa propre nation, du solitaire - même lorsqu'il est entouré de parents et d'amis.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Don't Give Up by Mario Benedetti /With spanish original version :No te rindas ...

Don't Give Up
Mario Benedetti

Don't give up, you still have time
to reach up and start anew,
Accept your shadows,
Bury your fears,
Free your urdens,

Fly again.
Don't give up, that's what life is
Continue the journey,
Follow your dreams,
Unstuck time,
Move the rubble,
And uncover the sky.

Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams.

Because life is yours and yours is the desire
Because you have loved it and because I love you
Because wine exists and love is true.
Because there are no wounds that time doesn't cure.

To open the doors,
Take away the locks,
Abandon the walls that have protected you,
To live life and accept the challenge
Get back laughter,
Practice a song,
Lower the guard and extend the hands
Open the wings
And try again,
Celebrate life and take back the skies.

Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams.

Because every day is a new beginning,
Because this is the hour and the best moment.
Because you are not alone, because I love you.

No te rindas ...
Mario Benedetti

No te rindas, aún estás a tiempo
De alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo,
Aceptar tus sombras,
Enterrar tus miedos,
Liberar el lastre,
Retomar el vuelo.

No te rindas que la vida es eso,
Continuar el viaje,
Perseguir tus sueños,
Destrabar el tiempo,
Correr los escombros,
Y destapar el cielo.

No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se esconda,
Y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma
Aún hay vida en tus sueños.

Porque la vida es tuya y tuyo también el deseo
Porque lo has querido y porque te quiero
Porque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto.
Porque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo.

Abrir las puertas,
Quitar los cerrojos,
Abandonar las murallas que te protegieron,
Vivir la vida y aceptar el reto,
Recuperar la risa,
Ensayar un canto,
Bajar la guardia y extender las manos
Desplegar las alas
E intentar de nuevo,
Celebrar la vida y retomar los cielos.

No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma,
Aún hay vida en tus sueños
Porque cada día es un comienzo nuevo,
Porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento.
Porque no estás solo, porque yo te quiero.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The seeker of truth/Inspirational Story

The seeker of truth.
Author unknown

After years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well.
'Ask the well what is truth', he was advised, 'and the well will reveal it to you'. Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, 'Go to the village crossroad: there you shall find what you are seeking'.

Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.

Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation, but he was told only, 'You will understand in the future.' When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having been made a fool of - or so he thought at the time - the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played with great mastery and inspiration.

Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself.
And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.

At last he understood the message of the well: we have already been given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.

Light! Give me light! education quote by helen Keller

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
Helen Keller

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Et si tu n'existais pas Lyrics de Joe Dassin

Et si tu n'existais pas Lyrics
Joe Dassin

Et si tu n´existais pas,
Dis-moi pourquoi j´existerais?
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi,
Sans espoir et sans regrets.

Et si tu n´existais pas,
J´essaierais d´inventer l´amour,
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour.
Et qui n´en revient pas.

Et si tu n´existais pas,
Dis-moi pour qui j´existerais?
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras
Que je n´aimerais jamais.

Et si tu n´existais pas,
Je ne serais qu´un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va,
Je me sentirais perdu,
J´aurais besoin de toi.

Et si tu n´existais pas,
Dis-moi comment j´existerais?
Je pourrais faire semblant d´être moi,
Mais je ne serais pas vrai.

Et si tu n´existais pas,
Je crois que je l´aurais trouvé,
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi,
Simplement pour te créer
Et pour te regarder.

English translation
And if you didn't exist

And if you didn't exist
Tell me, why would I exist?
To linger in a world without you
Without hope or regret
And if you didn't exist
I would try to invent love
Like a painter, marvelling at the colours of day
Born under his fingers

And if you didn't exist
Tell me, who should I exist for?
The passers-by asleep in my arms
That I could never love?
And if you didn't exist
I would be but one more dot
In this world that comes and goes
I would feel lost
I would need you

And if you didn't exist
Tell me, how could I exist?
I could pretend to be myself
But I wouldn't be true
And if you didn't exist
I believe I would find
The secret of life, the 'why'
Just to create you
And to look at you

Life in the Blue

Life in the Blue collection portrays a remarkable array of underwater species in their most natural habitat.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Tolerance quote by John Locke

For it will be very difficult to persuade men of sense that he who with dry eyes and satisfaction of mind can deliver his brother to the executioner to be burnt alive, does sincerely and heartily concern himself to save that brother from the flames of hell in the world to come.
John Locke, A Letter Concerning Toleration

Sunday, August 19, 2012

I Mark Your Courage by Ivan Donn Carswell

I Mark Your Courage
Ivan Donn Carswell

I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise
to those matter-of-fact revelations
which spelled the end of this chapter of your life.
It was, as you put it, too late for recriminations,
and the horrendous realities could be no worse
for having faced them.

I mark your courage in that moment of admission,
when your soul cried out in sympathetic pain,
worn thin by abrasions of self-imprisonment
and total subjugation to providence.
You did not disguise your frailty
as lesser men are apt by schemes
which shorten their horizons, elaborate their dreams.

That you are a molecule conniving in
the physics of human chemistry
is no slight upon your status,
without dynamic you are less
a man of cloth than habit claims you be;
And martyr to ascription is the poorer fate
than anticipated condemnation from
a selfless breach of faith.

Ordinary passions do not progress beyond
the continuum of priestly enlightenment; we share
a whole psychology of man's experience
as our eternal life. Its unitary expression
is no greater than the measureless sum,
and the sum is no value less than life itself.
No enlightened soul can judge another man
for passions of humanity; the sentence of conscience
is an arbitrary punishment in which we all delight.

I am no herdsman fearing ill in ceaseless care
of herded sheep, nor could I choose
entanglement with such an entity; your flock
survives as do your prayers, and will survive
long past your flight. You earned their trust
in episodes of heart and light, and keep
its privileged charter frozen out of time,
embalmed in a perfect past.
As one we mourn your passing.

Friday, August 17, 2012

"Your Thought and Mine" by Khalil Gibran(excerpt)

Richard Clayderman:te Amo

Excerpts from "Your Thought and Mine"
Khalil Gibran

Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition
and whose branches grow in the power of continuity.
My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into
drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way
into the sea. Then it rises as vapour into the sky.

Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor
the lightning can shake.
My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every
direction and finds pleasure in its swaying.

Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you
nor can you change it.
My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.
You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought allows you to believe in the unequal contest
of the strong against the weak, and in the tricking of
the simple by the subtle ones.

My thought creates in me the desire to till the earth
with my hoe, and harvest the crops with my sickle, and
build my home with stones and mortar, and weave my raiment
with woollen and linen threads.

Your thought urges you to marry wealth and notability.
Mine commends self-reliance. Your thought advocates fame
and show. Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside
notoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon
the shore of eternity.

Your thought instils in your heart arrogance and superiority. Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for independence.
Your thought begets dreams of palaces with furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds made of twisted silk threads.

My thought speaks softly in my ears,"Be clean in body and spirit
even if you have nowhere to lay your head".
Your thought makes you aspire to titles and offices.
Mine exhorts me to humble service.
You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought is social science, a religious and political
dictionary. Mine is simple axiom. Your thought speaks of
the beautiful woman, the ugly, the virtuous, the prostitute,
the intelligent, and the stupid. Mine sees in every woman
a mother, a sister, or a daughter of every man.

The subjects of your thought are thieves, criminals, and
assassins. Mine declares that thieves are the creatures
of monopoly, criminals are the offspring of tyrants, and
assassins are akin to the slain.

Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.

Your thought concerns the skilled, the artist, the intellectual, the philosopher, the priest. Mine speaks of the loving and the affectionate, the sincere, the honest, the forthright, the kindly, and the martyr.

In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared.
My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are
all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.
You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought differentiates between pragmatist and idealist,
between the part and the whole, between the mystic and materialist.
Mine realizes that life is one and its weights, measures and
tables do not coincide with your weights, measures and tables.
He whom you suppose an idealist may be a practical man.
You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought is interested in ruins and museums, mummies and
petrified objects. But mine hovers in the ever-renewed haze
and clouds. Your thought is enthroned on skulls. Since you
take pride in it, you glorify it too.

My thought wanders in the obscure and distant valleys.
Your thought trumpets while you dance. Mine prefers
the anguish of death to your music and dancing.

Your thought is the thought of gossip and false pleasure.
Mine is the thought of him who is lost in his own country,
of the alien in his own nation, of the solitary among his
kinfolk and friends.
You have your thought and I have mine.

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