You know or don't know, that great Bacon saith, 'Fling up a straw, 'twill show the way the wind blows;' And such a straw, borne on by human breath, Is Poesy, according as the mind glows; A paper kite, which flies 'twixt life and death, A shadow which the onward Soul behind throws: And mine's a bubble not blown up for praise, But just to play with, as an infant plays
One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?" "No", answered Buddha. "Then are you a healer?" "No", Buddha replied. "Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted. "No, I am not a teacher." "Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated. "I am awake", Buddha replied.
Believe nothing on the faith of traditions, even though they have been held in honor for many generations and in diverse places. Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it. Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past. Do not believe what you yourself have imagined, persuading yourself that a God inspires you. Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests. After examination, believe what you yourself have tested and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto.
Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there Lewis Carroll
Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter; No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life's hearafter -- Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale.
A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing -- A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -- Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget'.
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden, Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find out bedtime near.
Without, the frost, the blinding snow, The storm-wind's moody madness -- Within, the firelight's ruddy glow And childhood's nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
And though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For 'happy summer days' gone by, And vanish'd summer glory -- It shall not touch with breath of bale The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
JacobGrimm Forum Posts (223)
just breathe
I woked up! 
The super in consciousness.
I like to dillydally too 
and thanks
you're not leaving are you? 
are you acquainted?
RE: A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL