God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods, hear me:
Gentle Destiny that watchest over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear me:
I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect.
I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst finished worlds—peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions are enrolled and registered.
Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and even the countless things that pass in the dim twilight of neither sin nor virtue are recorded and catalogued.
Here days and nights are divided into seasons of conduct and governed by rules of blameless accuracy.
To eat, to drink, to sleep, to cover one's nudity, and then to be weary in due time.
To work, to play, to sing, to dance, and then to lie still when the clock strikes the hour.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease thinking and feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
To rob a neighbour with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful wave of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to destroy a soul with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then to wash the hands when the day's work is done.
To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best self in a pre-conceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly, to intrigue the devils artfully—and then to forget all as though memory were dead.
To fancy with a motive, to contemplate with consideration, to be happy sweetly, to suffer nobly—and then to empty the cup so that tomorrow may fill it again.
All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed by reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method. And even their silent graves that lie within the human soul are marked and numbered.
It is a perfect world, a world of consummate excellence, a world of supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought of the universe.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a bewildered fragment from a burnt planet?
Why am I here, O God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods?
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Khalil Gibran
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Know what to fight for!!
But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.
Paulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho
That's Class!
Class is the impartial, consistent display of emotional integrity.
LACOWBOY J. Frederick Millea
LACOWBOY J. Frederick Millea
Integrity
Integrity can be neither lost nor concealed nor faked nor quenched nor artificially come by nor outlived, nor, I believe, in the long run, denied
Eudora Welty quotes
Eudora Welty quotes
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
wrong answer!!
The strategy of life is so very strange, just when we have all the answers, life changes the question !
Sunday, January 04, 2009
where i did not go...
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
Thomas Stearns Eliot
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
Thomas Stearns Eliot
what love does...
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
James Baldwin
James Baldwin
brave men r tender in love
In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain of maternal tenderness; he gives out again those beams of protecting fondness which were shed on him as he lay on his mother's knee.
George Eliot
George Eliot
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
time rhyme
I am tired of the imposed rhythms of men,
Tethered time, restrained and trained
To a monotonous beat
Digital time blinking exactness
Unliving.
~Phillip Pulfrey
Tethered time, restrained and trained
To a monotonous beat
Digital time blinking exactness
Unliving.
~Phillip Pulfrey
Monday, November 17, 2008
Dont say yes to please
A ‘No’ uttered from deepest conviction is better and greater than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or what is worse, to avoid trouble.
Gandhi
Gandhi
stand on the shoulders of yesterday's convictions...to see todays's
Often the convictions of one generation are the rejects of the next. That does not deny the possibility that, as time goes on, we shall accumulate some body of valid conclusions. But it does mean that we can acheive only by accumulation, that wisdon is to be gained only as we stand upon the shoulders of those who have gone before. Just as in science, we cannot advance except as we take over what we inherit, and in statecraft no generation can safely start at scratch, so personal, basic beliefs must be slowly built from our experience, but also from a study of the experience and conclusions of others.
- Learned Hand
- Learned Hand
discipline to listen and honour
It takes a disciplined person to listen to convictions which are different from their own.
Dorothy Fuldman
Dorothy Fuldman
stand up for what u think is right
When you have decided what you believe, what you feel must be done, have the courage to stand alone and be counted.
rashaski Eleanor Roosevelt quotes
rashaski Eleanor Roosevelt quotes
what brings beauty!!
Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face
Honore de Balzac quotes
Honore de Balzac quotes
walk your road
People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it- walk.
Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand
conviction
Never, "for the sake of peace and quiet," deny your own experience or convictions
Dag Hammarskjold quotes
Dag Hammarskjold quotes
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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