divine postman: men cannot be made more righteous by putting money into their purses. men harbour their righteousness in their souls thoreau, and not in their purses. it is only through virtue alone that we can be superior.

as much virtue as there is, so much appears; as much goodness as there is, so much reverence it commands. all the fools respect virtue. the high, the generous, the self-devoted sect who are their own slave drivers will always instruct and command mankind.

never was a sincere word utterly lost. never a magnanimity fell to the ground, but there is some heart to greet and accept it unexpectedly. oh! how men and women have been deceived my friend, they perceive life to be all that they see; they have not faith in the glory of the human soul.

thoreau: all foolishness suffers the burden of dissatisfaction with itself. whoever fails to find meaning in the presence of his soul will fail to find it anywhere else. it is obedience to the divine motives of hera that will make us gods. there is nothing that will ever surpass the glory of the human soul.

all the noise will never silence the eternal one within. truth is the perfect silence that endures from the beginning of time, and will bring us out safe at last. a man passes for that he is worth. what he is engraves itself on his face, on his form, on his fortunes, in letters of light. concealment avails him nothing divine postman, boasting nothing.

there is confession in the glances of our eyes, in our smiles, in salutations, and the grasp of hands. his folly debauds him, mars all his good impressions. men know not why they cannot trust him, but they cannot trust him. his vice glasses his eye, cuts lines of mean expression in his cheeks, pinches the nose, sets the mark of the beast on the back of the head, and writes oh fool! fool! on the forehead of a father.

divine postman: every excess causes a defect, every defect creates an excess; every sweet hath its sour, every evil its good. men and women seek to be great thoreau, they would have fame, fortune, families, and homes, they think that to be great is to possess one side of nature, the sweet without the other side, the bitter.

they see the sensual allurement of an object but not the sensual hurt. they see the mermaid’s head but not the dragon’s tail, and think they can cut off that which they would have from that which they would not have. “what will you have?” quoth apollo; “pay for it and take it!”

it would seem that there is this vindictive circumstance stealing in at unawares even into the wild poesy in which the human fancy attempted to make bold holiday and to shake itself free of the old laws,- this back-stroke thoreau, this kick of the gun, certifying that the law is fatal; that in nature nothing can be given, all things are sold. the joy of the vessel is in proportion to the sorrows endured.

thoreau: the laws of nature were ordained before man was moulded into form. he is sourced from the earth and the heavens; he can only prosper when he obeys the seasons. wisdom is a manifestation of the laws of nature in the understanding mind.

she whispers softly like a piano in the dark calling us to her illustrious abode.
we can only be great in her presence. let all men and women divine postman solve the great sphinx, that they will walk with certainty, and inherit the great star.

for the sun and moon make known the end before the beginning demanding absolute faith. nature’s design my friend will be fulfiled, none will thwart the will of fortune. as the seasons complete their course they will yield abundance to the rooted tree. if you would not be known to do anything divine postman, never do it.

a man may play the fool in the drifts of a desert, but every grain of sand shall seem to see. he may be a solitary eater, but he cannot keep his foolish counsel. a broken heart, a confused look, cruel acts, and the want of due knowledge,- all blab. the soul speaks in silence my friend, so that nothing can be concealed to the discerning heart.

divine postman: oh! such mysteries pallas athena confounds us with, high mindedness a jealousy for good, a loving kindness for the great man’s fame, dwells here and there with people of no name. in noisome alley thoreau, and in pathless wood, and where we think the truth least understood. we wait that our glory will abound, justice will compensate every loss.

let us learn what faith will do my friend, the instinct which leads every generous soul to impose on itself tasks of a noble asceticism and vicarious virtue, are the tremblings of the balance of justice through the heart and mind of man. persons and events may stand for a while between you and justice but it is only a postponement; benefit is the end of nature.

nature will sustain all that is good. when we discover a truth, we transcend from a state of ignorance to that of awareness. the slower the body moves in time, the faster the spirit travels through space. the snail moves fastest in space than all men. it is the god of patience and commands that all men make a sacrifice to her.

all the foolish endeavors of the city dwellers will never move the patience of the seasons. everything will be fulfiled according to the movement of the star. if we consider what happens in conversation thoreau, in reveries, in remorse, in times of passion, in surprises.

in the instructions of dreams, wherein often we see ourselves in masquerade,- the droll disguises only and enhancing a real element and forcing it on our distinct notice,- we shall catch many hints that will broaden and lighten into knowledge the secret of nature. all goes to show my friend, that the soul in man is not an organ, but animates and exercises all the organs.

the soul is not a function, like the power of memory, of calculation, of comparison, but uses these as hands and feet; is not a faculty, but a light; is not the intellect or will, but the master of the intellect and the will. it is the background of our being in which they lie,- an immensity not possessed, thoreau, and which cannot be possessed.

thoreau: to attain knowledge is to receive enlightenment. upon receiving divine knowledge, we need to be patient as it will yield abundant fruit in due time. oh! such eternal glory lies in the lap of time divine postman. let us not taint the great work that hera has performed within, but move with the loving wave of nature contenting ourselves with obedience.

all that a man truly has on this earth divine postman is his time; and the power to choose grants him the freedom to decide what to do with it. we need to set our affections on some great man and keep him constantly before our eyes, so that we may live as if he were watching us and do everything as if he saw what we were doing.

in like manner the effect of every action is measured by the depth of the sentiment from which it proceeds. the great man knew not that he was great, divine postman, it took a century or two for that fact to appear. what he did, he did because he must; it was the most natural thing in the world, and grew out of the circumstances of the moment.

but now, everything he did, even to the lifting of his hand or the drinking of water, looks large, all-related, and is called an institution. his thought is perverted by professors in universities, as it is split apart from the source it originated from. we have sold our souls to these machines my friend, and move without thinking.

it is no longer the glory in man that we admire divine postman, rather it is the buildings and machines that stem from his thought. thus we bow down before all things that cripple mankind and neglect the glory of the human mind and body.

it is only the soul that is perfect; it is always in motion either growing or dieing, creating the beauty in nature or destroying it through consumption. the soul will take the shape of the agents heart. it is a perfect star that will only fit in the hand of nature. it cannot be sustained on food, or the dollar, but remembers its old home where it was rooted in faith.

divine postman: we all have a spiritual guide that will lead us to our prize. the whole course of things, thoreau, goes to teach us faith; we need only obey. there is guidance for each of us, and by lowly listening we shall hear the right word.

we can only immerse ourselves in the wisdom of athena by always willing to be little. why need you choose so painfully your place and occupation, thoreau, and associates and modes of action and of entertainment? certainly there is a possible right for you that precludes the need of balance and wilful election.

for you, my friend, there is a reality, a fit place and congenial duties. place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and form which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment. then you put all critics in the wrong.

then you are the world, the measure of justice, of truth, of beauty. life only avails, not the having lived. power ceases in the instant of repose. it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooting of a star, in the darting to an aim, in the leap of a dear. this one fact the world hates my friend; that the soul becomes.

for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to a shame. the soul knows only the glory of that great day when the world was darkness and the light illumined the whole chaos, and mind set all things in order.

if we will not be mar-plots, thoreau, with our miserable interferences, the gardening, the men, the women, the children, the animals, the letters, the arts, the numbers, the geometry would go on far better than now.

and the heaven predicted from the beginning of the world, and still predicted from the bottom of the heart, would organize itself as do now, the marigold, the rose, the cabbage and the moon and sun.

i say, do not choose your place and occupation, your associates and modes of action and of entertainment; but that is a figure of speech, my friend, by which i would distinguish what is commonly called choice among men, and which is a partial act, the choice of the hands, of the eyes, of the appetites, and not a whole act of the man.

but that which i call right or goodness, is the choice of my constitution; and that which i call heaven, and inwardly aspire after, is the state or circumstance desirable to my constitution; and the action which i in all my years tend to do, is the work for my faculties. fortune is in our hands, thoreau, joy is in our feet, love beats in our heart, and victory is in our minds; let us not waste time.

thoreau: we must hold a man amenable to reason divine postman for the choice of his daily craft or profession. let us question him regarding the meaning of his daily labor. does it renew his soul, or destroy it; is he trapped in a routine, or is he free?

and, is he giving to mankind and the good earth, or merely taking and never planting anything? it is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. what business has he with an evil trade; has he not a calling in his character divine postman, and a duty to lay down his life for the future generations?

we are to pay every just demand on our time, our talents, and our hearts. human labor, through all its forms, from the planting of vegetables to the construction of an epic, is one immense illustration of the perfect compensation of the universe.

the perfect balance of give and take and the doctrine that everything has its price,- and if that price is not paid in full, not that thing but something else is obtained, and that it is impossible to get anything without its price,- is the absolute truth that defines the daily habits of mankind.

the dollar will never solve ignorance. the real price of labor, divine postman, is knowledge and virtue, whereof wealth and wisdom are signs. and these ends of labor cannot be answered by the shortcuts that men take, namely, rushing for barren offices and selling their souls for material riches.

knowledge is given to us, that we may know we are very great. let us not sell ourselves cheaply, divine postman, but remain patient in our writing and reading. the wise moon will bring a great change. she knows what was, what is, and what will be. she will complete her perfect justice, that pandora scarred.

the life of money-making is contrary to nature, we can only be truly rich through wisdom alone. the true ends of labor which are wealth and wisdom, can only be answered, by real exertions of both body and mind, and in obedience to pure motives. nature does not follow man, divine postman; it is for mankind to obey her commands and tread in victory all his days under the sun.

divine postman: the hero fears not that if he withhold the avowal of a just and brave act it will go unwitnessed and unloved. one knows it,- himself,- and is pledged by it to sweetness of peace and to nobleness of aim which will prove in the end a better proclamation of it than the relating of the incident. every act rewards itself,- benefit is the end of nature.

virtue, thoreau, is the adherence in action to the nature of things, and the nature of things makes it prevalent. it consists in a perpetual substitution of being for seeming, and with sublime propriety hera is described as saying, she is. he who does not act on his thought, will never gain anything.

knowledge without action is meaningless. so much time is wasted in these useless colleges. the art of wisdom thoreau, is to think well and to act well. it is only when we choose to be brave that we receive the glory that awaits us. the lesson which this truth conveys is, be, and not seem.

these schools are failing our children, they learn to speak well and never do well; thus they lose the great riches in time, always postponing and never live in the present hour. they reject their lives, as parents dump them in the refuse of schooling. he who is incharge of his own learning, thoreau, will run away with all riches.

how long will man stoop low to institutions; is it all because they promise the dollar? it is a shame what humanity has come to be; we trust in anything but ourselves thoreau; we beg a cup of water of the urns of other men, and do not put ourselves in communication with the internal ocean. we fear to be alone, and never search for truth. thus fortune is never gained.

thoreau: let us aqueisce divine postman. let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits. let us unlearn all that we were taught by mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, and teachers. let us lie low in apollo’s power and learn that truth alone makes rich and great. justice, even if slow, is certain.

it is only what is natural that will endure beyond time. all the noise in this age will disappear as quickly as it sprouted. it is the roots of love that will anchor great works of art to the circuit of time. nature will sustain the living word. there can be no shortcuts in nature.

if you visit your friend, divine postman, why need you apologize for not having visited him, and waste his time and deface your own act? visit him now! let him feel that the highest love has come to see him, in thee its lowest organ.

or, why need you torment yourself and befriend by secret self-reproaches that you have not assisted him or complimented him with gifts and salutations heretofore? let your presence be a gift and a benediction divine postman. shine with real light and not with the borrowed reflection of the dollar.

divine postman: common men are apologies for divine men; they bow the head to a dead deity, they apologize and excuse themselves with prolix reasons, they are weak and not upright, and accumulate appearances because the substance is not. they do not respect the grace of time, but always rush and never arrive.

thus hera turns a deaf ear to their prayers, and gives them over to their ignorance. all the sorrow that we are inflicted with is purposed to raise us, that we may be rooted in the presence of athena. for obedience is the greatest power. where is the wise youth, my friend? i see young men and young women who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise.

but they never acquit the debt thoreau! they die young and dodge the account; or if they live, they lose themselves in the crowd. a child can only feel safe in the presence of a loving mother. everyday that the sun rises is an opportunity to start again anew,- to grow in our obedience to the divine will of patience.

we are full of superstitions of sense, thoreau, the worship of magnitude. all our perceptions derive from our fears, we tiptoe through life and never act with certainty, we think too much and love too little. oh! let your glory in man be ridiculous hecate,- one with the revolution of the gleaming stars.

styx the eldest daughter of back-flowing ocean was joined to pallas and bare, zelus (emulation) and trim-ankled nike (victory) in the house. also she brought forth cratos (strength) and bia (force) wonderful children. there is something infinitely greater beyond these walls and machines, which only a few will find. i will not conceal it, thoreau, but will allow it to flow and penetrate the heart of man.

it will shed healing to the nations as i embody it with purity. the individual soul always mingles with the universal soul. the soul never answers by words, but by the thing itself that is inquired after. the soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth my friend. the soul can never accept limits, it looketh steadily forwards, creating a world before her, leaving ruins behind her.

she has no dates, nor rites, nor specialities, nor persons, nor men. the soul knows only the soul. the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed. after its own law, thoreau, and not by arithmetic, is the rate of its progress to be computed. it has no beginning and it has no ending, she lives in blest eternity with fortunes beyond comprehension.

it is the star that beacons in the abode where the eternal are. revelation is the disclosure of the soul. the popular notion of a revelation is that it is a telling of fortunes, which can only be inherited through faith alone. we call the poet inactive, thoreau, because he is not a president, a merchant, or a lawyer.

thoreau: we adore an institution and do not see that it is founded on a thought which we have. but real action is in silent moments. the ignorant who criticize the divine labor of the poet fail to pick up the pen and express the breathings of the soul.

the poet is the greatest among all men divine postman, for he forever wrestles with the hardest ocuppation in the universe: to know thyself. the ignorant mob will worship their gods because of what they receive; their prayers aim at petty ends quite aside from the universal good; thus hera will look down and turn her back.

modern christianity is nothing short of the affirming of idolatry. it is a material god that they worship, divine postman, who gives them pieces that they will desperately hold onto their whole lives.
they run to a building and never look within, and lose eternal riches.

the epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office and the like, but in a silent thought; by the way-side as we walk; in a thought which revises our entire manner of life and says,- ‘thus hast thou done, but it were better thus.’ and all our after years, like menials, serve and wait on this, and according to their ability execute its will.

divine postman: this revisal or correction, thoreau, is a constant force, which, as a tendency, reaches through our lifetime. the object of the man, the aim of these moments, is to make daylight shine through him, to suffer the law to traverse his whole being without obstruction.

so that on what point soever of his doing your eye falls on him, it shall report truly of his character. whether it be his diet, his companions, his children, his labor, his mirth, his belief, his questions. but now he is not homogeneous thoreau, but heterogeneous, and the ray does not traverse.

there are no thorough lights, but the eye of the beholder is puzzled, detecting many unlike tendencies and a life not yet at one. i find it astoundingly beautiful my friend how the mighty hand of time will subdue us to be criticized and ridiculed for our radical beliefs; and upon the change of the seasons will raise us in eternal glory.

all those who looked down upon us now yearn to be in our presence. we will not show them the conditional love that they showed us, thoreau. instead we will stretch out our hand in grace, and those who burn with a desire to do good, will fight for this great love. justice will be done; the truth is the eternal sea that sustains all things.

it is for us to remain patient and await our great victory. believe in the good, my friend, and grow not in apathy but in enduring love. let the fools boast in their idols, keep thy divine state and come out not into their confusion. the sovereign seasons will remember all our journeys thoreau, and clothe us in eternal splendor.

thoreau: oh! so good it feels to be justified in our faith, the victory of nature is as sweet and serene as the morning star. this voice will be heard, my friend, and be an echo unto eternity setting the captives free. it is fixed with the concave sphere of the heavens.

it is not desirable to dig up treasure divine postman, or to weep in vain for all that we have lost; fear has no room in love. all the good of nature is the soul’s, and may be had if paid for in nature’s lawful coin, that is, by labor which the heart and head allow. i believe in beauty my friend.

i was once deceived, divine postman, believing that fortune is found in city streets, in gold mines, and in tall buildings. now i know, that the abundant love which lives in my soul is more rich than all the nations in the earth. the cattle on a thousand hills can never compare with the glory within. iAM the conquering lion; all good follows me. oh! let love carry you.

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divine postman: show me something hecate, not the wicked dollar; but that which is beyond the stars. i lay down my life here. love and you shall be loved xenophon. all love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic expression.

the good man has absolute good in him, which like fire turns everything to its own nature, so that you cannot do him any harm. the mind will endure when the body is water. disasters of all kinds as sickness, death, poverty, prove benefactors. winds blow and waters roll, strength to the brave, and power and deity, yet in themselves are nothing.

the good are befriended even by weakness and defect. as no man had ever a point of pride xenophon that was not injurious to him, so no man had ever a defect that was not somewhere made useful to him. the stag in the fable admired his horns and blamed his feet, but when the hunter came, his feet saved him, and when caught in the thicket his horns destroyed him.

xenophon: let us give our whole life to the pursuit of wisdom divine postman. and be certain that time will justify all our sacrifices. there is joy for the faithful in the sun and moon. patience will serve to humble us and prepare our minds to handle the glory that will come.

every man and woman divine postman needs to thank his faults. as no man thoroughly understands a truth until he has contended against it, so no man has a thorough acquaintance with the hindrances or talents of men until he has suffered from the one and seen the truimph of the other over his own want of the same.

i once foolishly thought divine postman that having a home, a family, and an occupation that gave you the dollar to maintain these things was all that life offered. i never looked beyond the common endeavors of the rushing mob. it took death to awaken me and an ocean of life unfolded before my eyes.

i started to question things. i began at the roots with the food that we eat, and moved toward our education system, as i failed to understand why there are institutions of learning when at the click of a button we can access whatever branch of knowledge we desire to learn. to my surprise i discovered that all knowledge is in the human soul, and it is revealed to us through suffering.

thereafter i questioned households, and wondered why mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters care only for their own kind; and i have come to learn that a family is not sustainable, it is an incredibly selfish institution. it takes from the fruitful earth and chooses to be ignorant of the destruction caused by their consumption patterns.

too many trees have been crucified to make room for these families, and too much waste is produced in these households. every access causes a defect, and every defect creates an excess. when we burn these homes, and forsake all these families, and flee from all institutions we gain the riches of the human soul. all the good in nature is the soul’s.

with all the knowledge that i gained in my journeys, i decided to act upon it, and believed in the emphasis of my soul. the soul’s emphasis is always right divine postman; what your heart thinks great is great. take the place and attitude which belong to you and all men aqueisce.

divine postman: the soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. we know truth when we see it, xenophon, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose. foolish people ask you, when you have spoken what they do not wish to hear, ‘how do you know it is truth and not an error of your own?’

we know truth when we see it, from opinion my friend, as we know when we are awake that we are awake. truth is the break of dawn that lights up all things in the heart, and opens a door that was once closed before. a thrill passes through a man at the reception of a new truth. it is no proof of a man’s understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases.

but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false,- this is the mark and character of intelligence. many words do not declare an understanding heart; seek one sole wisdom xenophon, choose one sole good,- for thou wilt check the tongues of chatterers prating without end.

bring these words to life hera, let this art be a light unto the whole world. the living word is the breath that breathes in the thirsty soul. let every young man and young woman suffer for the riches of the human soul.

xenophon: and instead of becoming a wild and impetuous youth they will be decorous and discreet. exhibiting a gentle mind, a calm spirit, and a rigid simplicity. our strength divine postman grows out of our weakness. the indignation which arms itself with secret forces does not awaken until we are pricked and stung and sorely assailed.

a great man is always willing to be little. by lowly listening he will hear the right word. whilst the self-indulgent sit on their cushions of advantages they go to sleep my friend. mankind is dieing in these households divine postman,- they recline on costly couches at costly tables, delivering themselves into the hands of servants and cooks to be fattened in the dark, like voracious animals.

and ruining not only their characters but also their health. whoever fails to find their purpose will die in spiritual famine. when we are pushed, tormented, traumatized, we have a chance to learn something. when the world beats us down we are put on our wits my friend and on our manhood.

but oh! how glorious is pallas athena divine postman when she fills us with her wisdom; we gain facts and learn our ignorance. we are cured of the insanity of conceit, and earn moderation and real skill, learning to adapt to every environment that apollo has led us in.

divine postman: every trembling storm xenophon will pass, nothing will last forever. it is your desire to grow, which will determine the value of the experience. the wise man throws himself on the side of his assailants, it is more his interest than it is theirs to find his weak point. the wound cicatrizes and falls off from him like a dead skin.

and when they would truimph, lo! he has passed on invulnerable. the wise man will prepare the soil before the coming of the rain, as noah built his ark years before the great waters consumed the earth. the vessel must be pure to handle the divine riches of hecate. faith believes the revelations of the soul, and rejects the limitless opinions of man.

from within or from behind xenophon, a light shines through us upon things and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all. a man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide. what we commonly call man, the eating, drinking, cycling, reading man, does not, as we know him, represent himself, but misrepresents himself.

him we do not respect xenophon, but the soul, whose organ he is. would he let it appear through his action would make our knees bend. when it breathes through his intellect my friend, it is genius; when it breathes through his will, it is virtue; when it flows through his affection, it is love. and the blindness of the intellect begins when it would be something of itself, as it reasons from the seen to the unseen.

xenophon: the weakness of the will divine postman begins when the individual would be something of himself, as it surrenders to a journey whose end it will not know, but will receive guidance for. all reform my friend, aims in some one particular to let the soul have its way through us.

in other words, to engage us to obey, that nature may sustain our noble cause and give us the joy of heaven. i believe divine postman that nature is the truth; all life is found in her,- she is the source of all riches. but wherever i go i see a sword. there is a great conflict between nature and civilization. in all that mankind does he seeks to domesticate nature, and deny her the glory.

whoever eats animals will pay a dear price,- every creature has a soul and he who consumes the flesh of an animal will lose his soul. the dollar is deceptive divine postman, it does not account for the years that nature nurtures and raises her chickens. we suffer great burdens when we oppose nature. nature is the opposite of the soul answering to it part for part, one is seal and one is print.

nature and man proceed from one root, one is leaf and one is flower; relation, sympathy, stirring in every vein. what we take from her is what will reflect in our bodies. all that is required from me is to follow nature’s footsteps. she will never fail us with her enduring wisdom. nature is the bride of the soul.

divine postman: and when this spiritual light shall have revealed more earthly natures, when we have learned to worship the soul. and to see that the natural philosophy that now is, is only the first gropings of its gigantic hand, we shall look forward to an ever expanding knowledge xenophon as to a becoming creator. the beauty of nature is the beauty of my own mind.

its laws are the laws of my own mind. the law that the roses, the cabbages, and the marigolds obey, is the law that my mind and body obey. nature then becomes to me the measure of my own attainments. so much of nature i have explored, so much of my own mind i have searched. and, in fine, the ancient precept xenophon, “know thyself,” and the modern precept, “study nature,” become at last one maxim.

how immortal, how infinite, how silent is this truth in vegetables my friend. the human body is sourced from nature, in order for the veins in my body to move with vigor, i must eat the veins in the cabbage without boiling it. the heart-beat of the fruit orchard is the heart-beat in me. to live i must eat that which comes from the tree.

the patience by which the waters, the winds, the sun, and the moon grow the vegetables will be the patience in my heart. i grow in love, xenophon, when i eat that which is not defiled. it is the earth that raises us, nurtures us, and sustains us. the heaven above is the messenger to the earth below. my relationship with nature is a reflection of my intercourse with my soul. happy iAM to wander in her presence alone.

xenophon: nature has arranged all things for truth and benefit. in general, every evil to which we do not succumb divine postman is a benefactor. as the sandwich islander believes that the strength and valor of the enemy that he kills passes into himself, so we gain the strength of the temptation that we resist my friend.

truly it is wisdom that will anchor us to the roots of life. the same guards which protect us from disaster, defect, and enmity, defend us, if we will, from selfishness and fraud. bolts and bars are not the best of our institutions divine postman, nor is shrewdness in trade a mark of wisdom.

we can never truly know our greatness, until after a century or two, when death redeems every sacrifice that we made. to finish the moment divine postman, to find the journeys end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours my friend is wisdom. objections and criticism we have had our fill of.

there are objections to every course of life and action, and the practical wisdom infers an indifferency, from the omnipresence of objection. the whole frame of things divine postman preaches indifferency. do not craze yourself with thinking, but go about your business everywhere. life is not intellectual or critical, but sturdy.

its chief good is for well-mixed people who can enjoy what they find, without question. nature hates peeping. these words are my life. i gave it all up for the love of art divine postman. to fill the hour that is happiness; to fill the hour and leave no crevice for a repentance or an approval. we live amid surfaces my friend. and the true art of life is to skate well on them.

under the oldest mouldiest conventions a man of native force prospers just as well as in the newest world, and that by skill of handling and treatment. he can take hold anywhere adapting to whatever environment phoebus apollo has placed him in. life itself is a mixture of power and form, and will not bear the least excess of either.

life cannot be postponed divine postman it is serious business, that calls for all our attention. i must find my purpose and live it. in proportion to the completeness of the distillation, so will the purity and imperishableness of the product be. or, i might say, it depends on how far the process had gone, of transmuting life into truth.

divine postman: i believe in the living earth xenophon, it calls all men to be patient and follow the heavens above. we are to earn our leisure my friend that we will be shaped by the changes of the sovereign seasons and impart the life that we find on our works of art. the change of season, is the change in the stars.

happiness must happen and the same holds for success. you have to let it happen xenophon by not caring about it. your time to be glorified will come, as there is only one life to live, so there is one great purpose that you need to fulfill. i want you to continue listening to what your conscience commands you to do and continue to carry it out to the best of your knowledge.

for thou, pallas athena’s darling, heed thy private dream, stay there in thy closet and toil. then you will live to see my friend, that in the long run- in the long run, i say!- success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it. thy sickness, they say, and thy puny habit require that thou do this or avoid that, but know that thy life is a flitting state, a tent for a night, and do thou, sick or well, finish that stint.

thou art sick, but shall not be worse, and the universe, which holds thee dear, shall be the better. for roses, marigolds, cabbages, beetroots, carrots, oak trees will grow under your feet because of your faith. what a man truly has in this life my friend is time. nature will give him in return what he has prayed for with his head, his hands, and his feet. all that we do will grow in accordance to the law of infinity. a tree is planted in faith.

xenophon: hope needs a humble hand; we make fools out of ourselves when we worry about tomorrow and squander the riches in our hands. with every word that i write, and every picture that i take, iAM creating the future. we seem not to understand time divine postman.

since our office is with moments, let us husband them. five minutes of today are worth as much to me as five minutes in the next millennium. let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today divine postman. let us treat the men and women well; treat them as if they were real; perhaps they are.

men and women live in their fancy, like drunkards whose hands are too soft and tremulous for divine labor. it is a tempest of fancies, and the only ballast i know divine postman is a respect to the present hour. without any shadow of doubt, amidst this vertigo of shows and politics, i settle myself ever firmer in the creed that we should not postpone and refer and wish.

but do broad justice where we are, by whomsoever we deal with, accepting our actual companions and circumstances. however humble or odious as the mystic officials to whom ox-eyed hera has delegated her whole pleasure for us. if these are mean and malignant divine postman, their contentment which is the last victory of justice, is a more satisfying echo to the soul than the voice of poets.

divine postman: we must set a limit to our desire for riches. time is infinitely rich and will bestow eternal riches upon us. however, we need to ask with wisdom xenophon, for all that we desire must not overwhelm us. we must dread a prosperity which only loads us with more.

i no longer wish to meet a good that i did not earn, for example to find a pot of buried gold, knowing that it brings with it new burdens. i do not wish more external goods xenophon,- neither possession, nor honors, nor wealth, nor powers, nor women. the gain is apparent, the burden is certain.

but there is no burden on the knowledge that the compensation exists for the patient labor of four winters. thus it is not desirable to dig up treasure or idolize another man’s prize. herein i rejoice with a serene eternal peace, as my voice is spread throughout the whole world.

to be truly rich is to be content in the presence of love. heaven and earth have allotted to each man and each woman their unique gifts; we can only receive them when athena has ripened our minds, and we become rooted in patience. of all the gods, only she knows the keys that ope the solid doors within whose vaults our glory sleeps.

how secret art thou pallas athena, who dwellest in the highest heavens in silence, oh! thou great goddess, sprinkling with an unwearied providence, certain penal blindnesses upon such as have unbridled desires. men suffer all their life long under the foolish superstition that they can be cheated.

but it is as impossible for a man to be cheated xenophon by anyone but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time. there is a third silent party to all our bargains my friend. the nature and soul of things takes on the guaranty of the fulfilment of every promise.

so that honest labor cannot come to loss. can we not have faith in the glory of styx my friend? with her eternal waters she implores us to believe in the glory within. nature only knows abundance xenophon, she moves with grace and thunders in a great moment to yield a divine harvest. oh! live in patience yea passionate youth, and all the stars will follow thee, as the heaped waves of the atlantic follow the moon.

xenophon: the history of persecutions is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run uphill, to twist a rope of sand, to kick a rock without getting bruised, to taunt a mountain lion and expect no response. it makes no difference divine postman whether the actors be many or one, a tyrant or a mob.

a mob is a society of bodies voluntarily bereaving themselves of reason and traversing its work. the mob is man voluntarily descending to the state of a wild beast. its fit hour of activity is night. its actions are insane like its whole constitution. it persecutes a principle; it would whip a right; it would tar and feather justice, by inflicting outrage and fire upon the persons and their property.

it resembles the prank of boys, who run with fire engines to put out the ruddy aurora streaming to the stars. the persecutors of truth, justice, and love destroy their own souls. the inviolate spirit turns their spite against the wrongdoers. the martyr cannot be dishonored divine postman. his allotted time for glory will come with the spring sun.

every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison, a more illustrious abode; every burned book or bicycle enlightens the whole world; every expunged or suppressed word reverberates through the earth from side to side. hours of sanity and consideration are always arriving to communities divine postman, as to individuals, when the truth is seen and the martyrs are justified.

time will right every wrong and wipe every tear, justice even if slow my friend is certain. what goes around, comes around; and what goes up must come down. every king knows it to be true, that every kingdom must one day come to an end.

heaven and earth is the arms that sustain us all our days under the moon and sun. oh! finally the tables are starting to turn, iAM talking about a revolution divine postman, in the mind and body of man. if not now my friend, then when?

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divine postman: why is there so much suffering on this earth euripides? whilst thus nature would be whole and refuses to be disparted, we seek to act partially, to sunder, to appropriate.

men seek to be great my friend; they would have children, households, possessions, wealth, power, and fame. they think that to be great is to possess one side of nature,- the sweet, without the other side, the bitter.

all things in nature come at a great cost. the appearance strikes the eye everywhere of an aimless society, of aimless nations. were the ends of nature so great and congent euripides as to exact this immense sacrifice of men?

euripides: they are like one who has interrupted the conversation of a great company of men, but now has forgotten what he went to say. the masses arrive with pains and sweat and fury nowhere; when all is done divine postman it is for nothing. they seek not wisdom but waste the precious rays of the sun by running around searching but never finding.

we do not study the laws of nature in patience. we live in an age of consumption and preservation. we fear to live,- people are moving divine postman without thinking. there is a promise that each man and woman is called to find. the glory of heaven and earth awaits the patient.

thus all concentrates: let us not rove divine postman; let us sit at home with the cause. we lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activity. here is the fountain of action and of thought. here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom. life is given to us that we may live divine postman.

divine postman: let us stun and astonish the intruding rabble of men and women, and books, and institutions, by a simple declaration of the divine fact, that there is a great responsible thinker and actor working wherever man works; that a true man euripides belongs to no other time or place, but is the centre of things.

where he is, there is nature. he measures you my friend and all men and all events. greatness appeals to the future. all the forgone days of virtue work their health into this. bid the invaders take the shoes from off their feet euripides, for the kingdom of hera is here within.

let fear not interfere with the optimism of nature. let the tree spread its roots my friend and grow abundant riches. nature will complete the great work that she started in us. our greatness is found in simplicity, and our docility to our own law, which will demonstrate the poverty of nature, and fortune beside our native riches.

let every young man rely on the emphasis of his soul, and pursue wisdom. all things in nature grow in obedience,- wait for your star euripides and believe in the promise of the moon. it is good to surrender. there is a love above that will sustain the faithful below. even to your grey hairs and weary bones apollo will shelter thee.

but now we are a mob my friend. we do not search for the deeper meaning in life. we are cowards who deceive ourselves with the ignorance of parents. none care to explore what lies beyond this concrete and all these walls. the days will reveal to us the purpose that the centuries planned. oh! let beauty rain on the earth hera.

euripides: man does not stand in awe of man, nor is his genius admonished to stay at home, to put itself in communication with the internal ocean, but it goes abroad to beg a cup of water of the urns of other men. we must always go alone divine postman. our powers are in proportion to our ambition.

the relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure that it is vain to seek to interpose helps. the soul knows only the soul divine postman; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed. the soul looketh steadily forwards, creating an enduring kingdom before her, leaving ruins behind her. she has no dates, no specialities, no occupations, nor rites, nor persons, nor men.

we live in succession, in divisions, in parts, in particles. meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence of athena; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal one. and this deep power in which we exist divine postman and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour.

but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the object and the subject, are one. we see the world piece by piece my friend, as the sun, the moon, the stars, the clouds, the rose, the trees, the river, the birds; but the whole, of which these are the shining parts, is the soul.

divine postman: people expect to receive the great things in life but they are not prepared to suffer. our success is in proportion to the price that we paid; greatest among all men euripides is he who has been inflicted with heavy sorrow. sorrow is good my friend,- it is the roots that bind a tree to the ground. humility always comes before honor.

the sustenance of nature’s laws, will envelop us in love and abundantly compensate every loss. i like the obedient sea at break of dawn euripides, better than any company. i feel new everyday as i bathe in the cold morning waters. i learn to be patient as i harmonize my thoughts with the sound of the waves, this is my eternal home.

so let us always meditate in solitude my friend, as we have forsaken the empty endeavors of men, and gained the riches of the great sea with the patience of the mountains. why should we assume the faults of our friend, or lover, or father, or mother, or cousin, or aunt, because they sit around our hearth or are said to have the same blood?

all men have my blood euripides, and i have all men’s; life flows through us all, as the waters of the sea that surround the earth; we are one race regardless of our birth-place, we are children of heaven and earth. not for that will i adopt the petulance or folly of what i once deemed to be family, even to the extent of being ashamed of it. oh! how liberating it is to move by faith,- i feel every burden stripped away.

euripides: our isolation must not be mechanical divine postman, but spiritual, that is, must be elevation. strength is taken out of strong things, and the good is sucked out of us, as we seek to act partially. there is only beauty in the whole. our knees will bend when a man reveals to us the glory of his soul.

there is meaning to the suffering we endure within,- at the start of each month the soul must be new. such also is the natural history of calamity. the changes which break up at short-intervals the prosperity of men are advertisements of a nature whose law is growth. every soul is by this nature quitting its whole system of things divine postman, its friends and home and laws and faith.

as the shell-fish crawls out of its beautiful but stony case, because it no longer admits of its growth, and slowly forms a new dwelling. the young genius with a burning desire to see the glory of heaven and earth will forsake his home, his friends, his hometown and mount his bicycle to create an everlasting kingdom within. curiosity will serve him well.

oh! how infinite is the beauty of the human soul divine postman, worthy it is of every loss my friend. in proportion to the vigor of the individual these revolutions are frequent, until in some happier mind they are incessant and all worldly relations hang very loosely about him, becoming as it were a transparent fluid membrane through which the living form is seen.

divine postman: and not as in most men, an indurated heterogeneous fabric of many dates and of no settled character, in which the man or woman is imprisoned. there is no life in these city dolls euripides. when we accept death and the change it will bring then there can be enlargement, and the man of today scarcely recognizes the man of yesterday.

and such should be the outward biography of man and woman in time, a putting off of dead circumstances day by day, as he renews his raiment day by day. but to the mob, in their lapsed estate, resting, not advancing, resisting, not co-operating with the divine expansion, this growth my friend comes by shocks.

all that a man truly has is his voice. it is what will remain when calamity thunders to remove all that hinders his growth, and the caged bird is set free to sing to the whole of humanity. the individual man is both man and animal. i can symbolize my thought by using the name of any creature, of any fact, because every creature euripides is man agent or patient.

he is to have faith in the sovereignty of the seasons, for change will come eventually. after winter must come spring; after spring must come summer; and summer will be lost in autumn. water refuses to be confined. the soul can never accept limits. the great man will manifest greatness; put him in a desert, or in the woods he will leave love.

all that i was searching for euripides was me. this life is a journey that i have been given, i have found and understood my purpose. now i give my life as a service unto humanity, and readily suffer all things on their behalf. mediocrity cannot be tolerated, there is only one choice for man and it is to believe in his greatness. we are not on this earth to conform.

euripides: we are to seek adventure and tell our story as we explore the knowledge in the earth with her celestial bodies. the dwelling place of man is land and sea, not walls and machines. at times the world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.

friend, want, relative, client, sickness, fear, charity, religion all knock at once at thy closet door divine postman and say,- ‘come out unto us.’ but keep thy state my friend; keep not into their confusion. they know not your journey and the glory that awaits you. fortune will overwhelm you with the abundance that she will bring. iAM royalty in the presence of nature.

the power that men possess to annoy me, i give them by a weak curiosity. no man, no woman, no child can come near me divine postman but through my own act. life is too grand to be wasted living the fears and regrets of mothers and fathers. it is good to believe in the truth that throbs in your soul. what we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

if we cannot at once rise to the sanctities of obedience and faith, let us at least resist our temptations; let us enter into the state of war divine postman and wake courage and constancy. the stars remember all our sacrifices, and will guide our steps to the prize.

life is a journey my friend, birth is the beginning of man’s pilgrimage on earth, death is the end. let us search for the supreme cause of all, that we will live to tell of this unbounded substance. everyday we read a chapter of life that has been written by the sun, the wisdom we find will be the guide in our lives.

divine postman: this is to be done in our smooth times by telling the truth. check this lying hospitality and lying affection. live no longer to the expectation of these deceived and deceiving people euripides with whom we converse.

say to them,- ‘oh mother, oh father, oh aunt, oh cousin, oh lover, i have lived with you after appearances hitherto. henceforward iAM the truth’s. be it known unto you that henceforward i obey no law less than the eternal law. i will have no covenants but proximities.’

so radical is the truth euripides that it will breakthrough whatever barrier stands before it. the persistent waters will wash the mountain into the sea. patience is the key that will open every door. let us no longer break ourselves euripides to please another, but at all times be authentic.

let us not hide our tastes or aversions but express what truly lies in our soul. i will so trust that what is deep is holy, that i will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me and the soul appoints. i will not hurt myself by hypocritical attentions euripides, but i will love the noble who treasure leisure.

if an individual is true, but not in the same truth with me, he must cleave to his companions; i will seek mine. i do this not selfishly but humbly and truly my friend. it is alike their interest, and mine, and all men’s, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth. does this sound harsh euripides?

euripides: it does not sound harsh at all, for we will soon love what is dictated by our own nature, and if we follow the truth divine postman it will bring us out safe at last. our consumption habits are questionable. we are killing our bodies with the food that we eat.

nature will not be cheated my friend, the excessive consumption of animals will subject mothers, fathers, and children to unceasing toils. their bodies will never be at rest. we have fallen in love with the very things that destroy us divine postman. it is not good to eat meat; vegetables will not only nourish the body but will breathe life into the soul.

the sacrifices made by the pythagoreans in their worship of the gods involved no bloodshed; but were made with flour, corn, drink offerings, and the least costly gifts. we are destroying the fruitful earth with the lust in our appetites. in our avarice we lose the divinity within. nothing that man creates divine postman will ever surpass the beauty of mind and body.

commerce, science, engineering, agriculture can never build as great a kingdom that nature creates within. we have domesticated nature with all our devices. and as we set bounds around the bountiful earth with all its creatures, we imprison ourselves.

man will only be free when he sacrifices all the nonsense that he has acquired and follow the sun and moon, finding refuge in the sea and the mountain. we account to the sun and moon divine postman with all that we do on the earth. so much poverty i see in all these city dolls who seek to bend the laws of fortune. i find true everlasting riches that abound in abundance, in the silent countryside of matatiele.

divine postman: it was not the monuments and the arts of war that rome cultivated which granted her immortal fame; instead it was the wisdom of romulus, the spirit of the divine in numa, the boldness of caesar, the virtues of cato. the power to choose is the ultimate power that a man and a woman possess. let none ever take it away from you.

the roots of time hold the meaning of our lives. the deeper the roots of a tree are entrenched to the ground, the longer the harvest will last. we cannot sell our liberty and power euripides to save the sensibility of others. the earth will only heal my friend when its inhabitants appreciate the life that it gives.

besides, all persons have their moments of reason euripides, when they look out into the eternal sea of absolute truth. the populace think that your rejection of popular standard is a rejection of all standard and mere antinomianism; and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes. but the law of consciousness abides.

the actions of today will be meaningless when they are not informed by our history. when the spiritual nature unfolds in strict harmony with the body, a man’s divine power is unleashed. man is his own star euripides and the soul that can render an honest and a divine man.

commands all light, all influence, all fate. nothing to him falls early or too late my friend, there is harmony with every step that he takes. night and day have been tampered with, every quality and pith surcharged and sultry with a power that works its will on every age and hour.

euripides: there is a difference between one and another hour of life in their authority and subsequent effect. our faith comes in moments divine postman; our vice is habitual. yet there is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences.

for this reason the argument which is always forthcoming to silence those who conceive extraordinary hopes of man, namely the appeal to experience, is forever invalid and vain. we give up the past to the objector divine postman, and yet we hope. he must explain this hope.

we grant that human life is mean, but how did we find out that it was mean? what is the ground of this uneasiness of ours; of this old discontent? what is the universal sense of want and ignorance, but the fine innuendo by which the soul makes its enormous claim? we are on a mission to serve mankind with the great talent we have been given.

why do men feel that the natural history of man divine postman has never been written, but he is always leaving behind what you have said of him, and it becomes old, and books of metaphysics worthless? the philosophy of ten thousand years has not searched the chambers and magazines of the soul.

in its experiments there has always remained, in the last analysis, a residuum it could not resolve. man is a stream divine postman whose source is hidden. our being is descending into us from we know not whence. nature is a mystery which can never be solved. it is for us to obey my friend, for we do not know the glory that awaits us above the mountain.

divine postman: the most exact calculator has no prescience that somewhat incaclulable may not balk the very next moment. iAM constrained euripides every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will i call mine. as with events, so is it with thoughts.

when i watch the flowers, the plants and the vegetables grow, which, out of regions i see not, pour for a season their health and beauty into me, i see that iAM a pensioner euripides; not a cause but a surprised spectator of this ethereal water, whose roots i can never find; that i desire and look up and put myself in the attitude of reception, but from some unknown energy the visions come.

it is a mystery that history will never solve and refuses to be named. the supreme critic on the errors of the past and the present, and the only prophet of that which must be, is that great nature in which we rest euripides as the earth lies in the soft arms of the ocean.

that unity, that oversoul, within which every man’s particular being is contained and made one with all other; that common heart of which all sincere conversation is the worship, to which all right action is submission; that overpowering reality which confutes our tricks and talents, and constrains every one to pass for what he is.

euripides: and to speak from his character and not from his tongue, and which evermore tends to pass into our thought and hand and become wisdom and virtue and power and beauty. oh! let man believe in his natural genius, apollo, and return to his native riches.

for whatever he puts his hand on with love will endure for centuries of time. it is good to forgive divine postman, that we may live in peace and continue our voyage with no anger and no burden. the end of the matter is always more sublime than the beginning. let us feed on wisdom my friend, bringer of fairest fame.

the beauty of summer will wipe every tear. in the age of gold free from winter’s cold, youth and maiden bright to the holy light, naked in the sunny beams delight. cruelty has a human heart divine postman, and jealousy a human face; terror the human form divine, and secresy the human dress.

it feels to be a dream my friend when yesteryear we took that leap; today it is a reality, and those days of sorrow are now memories. i find shelter in my solitude, i find safety in the sea. i know that i can be someone divine postman.

i have a feeling that in the internal ocean i belong. the silent one did not fail thales, pythagoras, and numa, neither will she fail me. everlasting is the glory in nature, i grow in beauty in her presence. wisdom is worth more than silver, bronze, and gold.

the first principle of being is beyond sense or feeling is invisible and uncreated, and discernible only by the mind. it is impossible to apprehend deity except by the intellect. how can i not be grateful divine postman for all the good that i have been given. this truth i know my friend, that what moves all things is earth, fire, water. things exist by imitation of numbers.

divine postman: it will take three months for a natural change to occur in our lives. it is not good to be motivated by what is external, but to believe the revelations of the soul. when the fruit is ripe nature will drop it before our feet and prepare us for the harvest that is to come.

numbers are the causes of the reality of other things. it is only through experience, euripides, that we can understand the meaning of numbers. the pythagoreans who adopted mathematics from the egyptians, endeavored their whole lives to advance this study.

for they thought its principles were the principles of all things. since of these principles euripides numbers are by nature the first, and in numbers they seemed to see many resemblances to the things that exist and come into being. such and such a modification of numbers being justice, another being virtue, another being soul and reason, another being opportunity.

and similarly almost all other things being numerically expressible. since, again, they saw that the modifications and the ratios of the musical scales were expressible in numbers; since, then, all other things seemed in their whole nature to be modelled on numbers, and numbers euripides seemed to be the first things in the whole of nature.

they supposed the elements of numbers my friend to be the elements of all things, and the whole heaven to be a musical scale and a number. beauty is a number that is earned through suffering. fortune will manifest when we reach the perfect number through endurance of hardships and with a faith that moves the stars.

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divine postman: beautiful face, i always thought that iAM nothing without you, so i never let go of your hand. but darling iAM stronger within. everything the individual sees without him corresponds to his states of mind, and everything is in turn intelligible to him.

as his onward thinking leads him into the truth to which that fact or series belongs. the pursuit of knowledge will necessitate for one to sacrifice all worldly relations. there is a great cost lee to receiving and sustaining the truth.

the primeval world,- the foreworld, as the germans call it, i can dive to it in myself as well as grope for it with researching fingers in cetacombs, libraries, and the broken reliefs and torsos of ruined villas.

what is the foundation of that interest all men feel lee in greek history, letters, art, and poetry, in all its periods from the heroic or homeric age down to the domestic life of the athenians and spartans, four or five centuries later? what but this my friend, that every man passes personally through a grecian period.

lee: please stay here with me, darling hold me now. i will always remember thee. those moments we shared live in my spirit today. you are my only lover, my only lover; divine postman i feel you under my body, honey you are with me forever and always.

the grecian state is the era of the bodily nature, the perfection of the senses,- of the spiritual nature unfolded in strict unity with the body. let us pay the price divine postman to receive our history. in ancient greece existed those human forms which supplied the sculptor with his models of hercules, phoebus, and zeus.

not like the forms abounding in the streets of modern cities, wherein the face is a confused blur of features, that always think about feeding their appetites. it is rare to find persons who are composed of incorrupt, sharply defined and symmetrical features my friend.

whose eye sockets are so formed that it would be impossible for such persons to squint and take furtive glances on this side and on that, but they must turn the whole head. the manners of the grecian period divine postman are plain and fierce. the reverence exhibited is for personal qualities; courage, address, self-command, justice, strength, swiftness, a loud voice, a broad chest.

where there is a scarcity of nature my friend, there is poverty. people grow conservative as they get older, and settle for family, households, and waking up in the morning to rush to offices. they live in ignorance divine postman and fear to be alone. thus they lose the riches of the soul.

divine postman: you were the only one that i ever loved lee, on you i held my gaze. before your feet i cried and believed in our dream. i sold my house with all that was in it, and set sail to the sea. i grow wiser in all my journeys.

in the beginning my friend it was never easy but time is fulfiling her divine will,- all is well that ends well. our patient love will be justified. everything about our society is backward lee,- from schools to hospitals, to machines. in all that we do, we reject the sovereignty of nature, and want things to be easy.

luxury and elegance are not known in ancient greece my friend. a sparse population and want make every man his own valet, butcher, cook, and soldier; and the habit of supplying his own needs educates the body to wonderful performances. compare the simple nature of the grecian man and spartan woman with the clutter of our mechanical men and women.

the twenty first century with all its technology and ease of life has destroyed the beauty within. we have come to trust in all that is external lee and never remain rooted in the splendor of the soul.

whoever does not anchor this radical technology with wisdom will be lost. all that is good lives within, there is a work that nature has to fulfill within. all that is needed from us is to obey. all our tools and possessions will never surpass the eternal glory in nature. never in the history of mankind will there be an age that will produce an invention as timeless as the tree.

none of the laws in sparta that were initiated by lycurgus were put into writing, indeed, one of the so-called rhetras forbids it lee. for he thought that if the most important and binding principles which conduce to the prosperity and virtue of a city were implanted in the habits and training of its citizens, they would remain unchanged and secure.

the mind will only remember the habits of the body. another rhetra that lycurgus initiated was directed against extravagance. ordaining that every house should have its roof fashioned by the axe, and its doors by the saw only, and by no other tool.

lee: you were never alone, i was always by your side, though physically not there my spirit will never leave you. i remember when we sat together under the oak tree, and listened to the song that the birds would sing.

we said no to having children, as painful a decision that was, nature gives us much more today. everyday we explore this unbounded substance and grow in love. this ineffable cause that commands our absolute attention, we kneel before it in our baffled intellect.

it knows nothing but purity, and is a vast-flowing vigor that needs to be nourished wisely. this vigor is supremely great divine postman, and in the highest degree unbending. nourish it correctly and do it no injury, and it will fill up the vacancy between heaven and earth.

it moves with patience, and when it pricks us within it intends for us to grow, that we may be one with our star. we are made for love,- the glory in nature is the glory in man. the soul knows where it belongs my friend. what came from the earth will return to the earth. all men have to obey orders, except the gods who rule.

earth, wind, water, fire is the invisible hand that compels all men to obedience. i once thought divine postman, that man was destroying nature with all his consumption habits. now i know my friend that it is nature that destroys men when they do not obey. hera says, “eat as much meat as you can yea pathetic mortals, but do know that you will get obese and it will kill you.”

divine postman: a third rhetra of lycurgus, lee, is mentioned, which forbids making frequent expeditions against the same enemies, in order not to accustom such enemies to frequent defence of themselves, which would make them warlike. and this was the special grievance they had against agesilaus in later times.

namely, that by his continual and frequent incursions and expeditions into boeotia he rendered the thebans a match for the lacedaemonians. when people tell you, that “no it is not possible,” again and again they build the spiritual fibre in your soul lee and you begin to believe that, “yes, it is possible.”

all things in life are simplified to a conversation. what you talk about the most is what you treasure in your heart. all things are fulfilled when we persist. and therefore when antalcidas saw the king wounded, he said, “this is a fine tuition-fee which thou art getting from the thebans, for teaching them how to fight, when they did not wish to do it, and did not know how.”

such ordinances as these were called rhetras by lycurgus, lee, implying that they came from the god and were common sense. the purpose of living in leisure my friend is that we may grow and be of service to mankind. the poet will never inspire the world when he is lost in the crowd.

he must exercise his mind and body daily to enrich humanity with the wisdom he has found in all his wanderings. we become gods in solitude. the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. the voice of apollo will only speak to us when we remain solitary. the fools are a legion.

lee: i had to take a leap of faith and see what life had in store for me. together we won that war and though we are wounded the sun will heal every sorrow. i found refuge in the wide sea divine postman, and layed under the moonlight. now iAM better and believe in your bright smile.

the achilles, the patroclus, and the odysseus of homer, embody the divine man who has successfully combined mind, body, and spirit. and not far different my friend is the picture xenophon gives of himself and his compatriots in the retreat of the ten thousand.

after the army had crossed the river teleboas in armenia, there fell much snow, and the troops lay miserably on the ground covered with it. but xenophon, arose naked, and taking an axe, began to split wood; whereupon others rose and did the like. throughout his army divine postman exists a boundless liberty of speech.

they quarrel for plunder, they wrangle with the generals on each new order, and xenophon is as sharp-tongued as any and sharper tongued than most, and so gives as good as he gets. we cripple a child when we put helpers around him and never let him do things on his own. we rob him of his hands and feet.

a military or marine education is as imperative as learning how to read and write. who does not see my friend that in xenophon’s army exists a gang of great boys, with such a code of honor, and such lax of discipline as great boys have? nature will fashion us for a single great purpose divine postman,- athena will inspire the faithful heart to dwell in patience.

divine postman: please have faith in my words and keep moving forward. i will be your saviour with all these lovely memories. our love will never die although we are seperated in time. hope is the heart that beats; love awaits the patient.

in the matter of education lycurgus regarded as the noblest and greatest task of the law-giver. our faith yielded glory lee, anything that a man conceives in his mind may be divinely done. the masses only believe when they see machines, and appearances. they have not faith in the glory of the human soul. they like only such actions as have already long had the praise of men.

they think greatness entailed or organized in some places or duties, in certain offices or occasions. the nation that lycurgus created is proof lee, that rigid simplicity is superior to the clutter of superficial wealth. all that david had was a sling and a stone, while goliath lost all his power in his heavy armour.

and oh! how he went crashing down to the ground. there is victory in simplicity. shout it out loud lee. stand on your simple rooftops and tell the whole world that babylon has fallen. for love conquered all and sustained her faithful sons and daughters. the mind of hera is unmistakably just, and leaves us all to pursue our heart’s desire.

lee: lycurgus began at the very source, by carefully regulating marriages and births. for it is not true that he tried to bring the women under proper restraint, but desisted, because he could not overcome the great licence and power which the women enjoyed on account of the many expeditions in which their husbands were engaged.

during these the men were indeed obliged to leave their wives in sole control at home, and for this reason paid them greater deference than was their due. and gave them the title of mistress. but even to the women lycurgus paid all possible attention divine postman.

he made the maidens exercise their bodies in running, wrestling, casting the discus, and hurling the javelin, in order that the fruit of their wombs might have vigorous root in vigorous bodies and come to better maturity. and that the women themselves might come with vigour to the fulness of their times, and struggle successfully and easily with the pangs of childbirth.

heaven knows how to unite spirits from afar and bind them together in the purity of love. though you not here with me physically divine postman, i feel you under my body. destiny will unite us upon the uncovering of our history. time is wisest of all and will bring everything to light. there is a time and a season for everything my friend.

a time to weep, and a time to smile; a time to give, and a time to gather; a time to wait, and a time to move; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time to speak, and a time to listen; a time to obey, and a time to command.

there is a time to live divine postman and a time to die. everyday that we wake up in the morning we drink of the abundant waters of time; when our cup has been emptied we will lay in the serene mountain. if my heart stops pumping tomorrow, do not feel any sorrow. these words will be a memory, and a shelter to many.

divine postman: lycurgus freed the women from softness and delicacy and all effeminacy by accustoming the maidens no less than the youths to wear tunics only in processions. and at certain festivals to dance and sing when the young men were present as spectators.

there they sometimes even mocked and railled good-naturedly lee at any youth who had misbehaved himself. a greater age there was before this mess of modernity my friend, with heroes and heroeines who feared not poverty, not death, and not solitude.

the women in sparta would sing the praises of those who had shown themselves worthy lee, and so inspire the young men with great ardor and ambition. for he who was thus extolled for his valor and held in honor among the maidens, went away exalted by their praises.

while the sting of their playful raillery was no less sharp than that of serious admonitions, especially as the kings and senators, together with the rest of the citizens, were all present at the spectacle. nor was there anything disgraceful lee in this scant clothing of the maidens, for modesty attended them, and wantonness was banished.

lee: nay, rather, it produced in them habits of simplicity and an ardent desire for health and beauty of body. it gave also to women a taste of lofty sentiment, for they felt that they too had a place in the arena of bravery and ambition. it is only when we act well and think well that we impart life.

wherefore the women in sparta divine postman were led to speak and think as gorgo, the wife of leonidas, is said to have done. when some foreign woman, as it would seem, said to her, “you spartan women are the only ones who rule their men,” she answered, “yes, for we are the only ones that give birth to men!”

the costly charm of the ancient tragedy, and indeed of all the old literature, is that the persons speak simply,- speak as persons who have great good sense without knowing it, before yet the reflective habit has become the predominant habit of the mind. our admiration of the antique divine postman is not admiration of the old but of the natural.

love communicates in mysterious ways, the heart knows what is true and with whom it belongs. there is something beyond these cars, these homes, these families on this earth. we made it through the storm my friend, and now we reap our eternal rewards. the soul’s emphasis is always right divine postman.

divine postman: the greeks are not reflective my friend, but perfect in their senses and in their health, with the finest physical organization in the world. they made vases, tragedies, and statues, such as healthy senses should,- that is in good taste. such things have continued to be made in all ages lee, wherever a healthy physique exists.

but, as a class, from their superior organization, the greeks have surpassed all. our age is lost in all the arts of music, movies, and videos; there is a need for the poet who will traverse the whole scale of experience and write of the spirit of the age. he is to combine the energy of manhood with the engaging unconsciousness of childhood.

and always have faith in the eternal glory of the human soul. for he alone lee knows what was, what is, and what will be. the breadth of the problem is great, for the poet is representative. he stands among partial men for the complete man, and apprises us not of his wealth my friend, but of the commonwealth. all i was searching for was me.

when i think of your eyes i cannot help but weep, yet with every word i believe and know that death will never take me away without me holding you in my arms once again. oh! how faith will move every mountain lee, nature is sovereign over all things. she will uproot and tear down, and crush the ignorant like pottery.

abundant as the waters of the ocean are all her riches,- eternal, boundless, fathomless is her fortune. since neither now nor yesterday began this glory, which has ever been, nor yet can a man be found who its first entrance knew. a great love will move the heavens above.

lee: this season of our lives is a test; the richness of the bond that we shared is being put to trial by the seasons. will it endure through tough times and come out divine? or, was it all momentary,- a flashing fire that would not last? how one relates to their soul is how they will relate to everything. what fugitive can runaway from himself divine postman?

i remember when we cycled in grahamstown in the cold winter, and climbed the hills that were decorated with the wind turbines. we laughed for a while and held each other, knowing there was so much more to see in this life. there is never an end to the knowledge in nature. she is loved by what is best in us and forever inspires a desire to explore her beauty.

upon the seasons completing their work in us, we bid farewell to the mountains of grahamstown and moved to the sea. as spring was lost into summer, and summer was lost into winter, and winter folded into autumn, we learned that we do not have too long to live. our time my friend is limited, death at any moment can take us away. there is only but one life to live divine postman.

you have to serve the purpose that athena has called you to. the attraction of the grecian manners is that they belong to man, and are known to every man in virtue of his being once a child; besides that divine postman there are always individuals who retain these characteristics. a person of child-like genius and inborn energy is still a greek, and revives our love of the muse of hellas.

i admire the love of nature in xenophon’s journeys. he was beloved by nature and was cast into flesh by the large and beautiful plains of cilicia. well-watered and full of trees of all sorts and vines; producing an abundance of sesame, millet, panic, wheat, and barely, surrounded on every side from sea to sea, by a lofty and formidable range of mountains.

i feel the eternity of man the identity of his thought in his words. the greeks are engraved into the memory of mankind divine postman because they embodied the spirit of nature. it is only the works of art that conform to nature’s laws that will endure. life is not a race my friend but a journey, and the words of plato, aristotle, and xenophon teach us to explore and ask the big questions.

divine postman: you always taught me to be me and to abide by my spontaneity; it is only in our easy, spontaneous, and simple action that we are strong lee. all that lives my friend is within. you said to be a man is to learn how to wait. you ravished my soul with the beauty that you found from within.

now i know my friend that there is no greater power in heaven above and in the earth below than a patient love. let us wait by these waters in the sea, as the seasons roll and the scrolls of fate revealed, the stars above will bring us together again.

the future will bring greater joy, for we had faith in our history and descended to the roots of our being. time will ripen every dream to maturity, and when the soul is upright our fruit will fall from the tree. the greeks had it seems the same fellow beings as us lee. the sun and moon, water and fire, earth and air met their heart’s desire precisely as they meet ours.

then the vaunted distinction between greek and english, between classic and romantic schools, seems superficial and pedantic. oh! how athena decieves men lee, passing by their faces with the winds that blow yet never opening their eyes to her beauty. for they have rejected her eternal truth, and live for all things fleeting.

lee: the great beauty is hidden to the understanding. it is only the soul that can perceive and reveal truth. when a thought of plato, divine postman, becomes a thought to me, when a truth that fired the soul of thales fires mine, time is no more.

when i feel that we two meet in a perception, that our two souls are tinged with the same hue, and do as it were run into one, why should i measure degrees of latitude, why should i count egyptian years my friend? i learn that there is one mind common to all individual men. of the works of this mind history is the record. only truth alone will make rich and great.

darling we must keep this love concealed, most beautiful it is in silence. more beautiful it is than gold and rubies, the spirit of love will never leave our heart; we love each other for who we are and not for what we have. our presence is the fire that burns in the stars.

a wise man once told me that life is cruel, and the only relief from the burdens of life is a believing love. oh! how everlasting is time in her mystery, weaving in and out of all things, destroying another life and renewing another before it. riches divine postman can only be attained with the successful combination of our history with our destiny.

divine postman: without hurry, without rest, the human spirit goes forth from the beginning to embody every faculty, every thought, every emotion, which belongs to it, in appropriate events. this great ambition that we had my friend time did fulfill, and anchored us in the roots of eternity.

all the facts of history pre-exist in the mind as laws lee. each law in turn is made by circumstances pre-dominant, and the limits of nature give power to but one at a time. all men are given a guide that will lead them to their crown. the sphinx must solve her own riddle.

if the whole of history is in one man lee it is all to be explained from individual experience. there is a relation between the hours of our life and the centuries of time. as the air i breathe is drawn from the great repositories of nature, as the light on my iphone is yielded by a star a hundred of millions of miles distant.

as the poise of my body depends on the equilibruim of centrifugal and centripetal forces, so the hours should be instructed by the ages, and the ages explained by the hours. let us be the voice of apollo lee, that will endure for centuries. only the wise will continue. we live by the mercy of queenly hera. the victory my friend is found in truth.

history will justify the martyr. life has not changed much my friend from the days of hunters and gatherers to the twenty second century. we are still explorers who roam the earth, and the poets are the shepherds who will always watch their sheep, singing songs in the countryside and remaining rooted in patience.

there is nothing more bitter than truth lee, it transforms the human constitution crushing all our illusions. every man and every woman will confront it. those who choose to live in ignorance will not run away from death.

time is the hand that gives, and takes away. although we are here lee someday we will be gone. give me strength yea almighty heaven and earth for the times that lay ahead. iAM a traveller in this life lee, living by the grace of the seasons. i will find shelter in the truth.

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emerson: what has man become divine postman? he has metamorphosed into a thing, into many things; he is not thinking and he is not man. the state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,- a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.

the ingenuity of man has always been dedicated to the solution of one problem divine postman, which is how to detach the sensual sweet, the sensual strong, the sensual bright. from the moral sweet, the moral deep, the moral fair.

that is to contrive to cut clean off this upper surface so thin as to leave it bottomless; to get a one end without the other end. whilst the world will be whole divine postman and refuses to be disparted, we seek to act partially, to sunder, to appropriate. for example to gratify the senses, we sever the needs of the senses, from the needs of the character.

divine postman: this is best illustrated emerson with the condition in which we leave nature in. we are ignorant of the effect that our consumption habits have on the environment. the cars that we drive cause damage to the good earth; the food that we eat is produced and delivered at a significant cost to nature.

we are losing our pure waters and too many trees are being cut down to make room for agriculture and civilization. we are the instruments that hera is using to destroy this wonderful earth, that she will create an everlasting heaven and earth. the stars will fall from the sky, the mountains will be consumed by fire.

brightening zephyrus, and boreas, headlong in his course, and notus will uproot all trees, and every building, the waters of the sea will rise and drown all creatures and all mankind. the star eosphorus, dawn bringer, will remember the wise and clasp them in her arms.

the actions and events of our childhood and youth, are now matters of calmest observation. they lie like fair pictures in the air emerson. not so with our recent actions,- with the business which we now have in hand.

we busy ourselves in mean occupations and produce, in the very pains we take of things of little or no use, an evidence against ourselves of our negligence and indisposition to what is really good. on this we are quite unable to speculate. our affections as yet circulate through it. we no more feel or know it, than we feel the feet, or the hand, or the brain of our body.

emerson: the new deed is yet a part of life,- remains for a time immersed in our unconscious life. in some contemplative hour, it detaches itself from the life like a ripe fruit, to become a thought of the mind. instantly, it is raised, transfigured; the corruptible has put on incorruption.

henceforth it is an object of beauty, however base its origin and neighborhood. observe, too divine postman, the impossibility of antedating this act. in its grub state, it cannot fly, it cannot shine, it is a dull grub. but suddenly, without observation my friend, the selfsame thing unfurls beautiful wings, and is an angel of wisdom.

something has terribly gone wrong with us humans divine postman. we neglect that which feeds us, clothes us, and sustains us. people rush for offices, suits, cars, homes, children; but yet they cannot grow their own food, and source their own water! we need to return to nature, she loves us for who we are and not for what we will become. oh! lovely as you are divine postman.

divine postman: the masses do not discern the seasons; they do not know the meaning of the rain,- and never tremble before the roar of the thunder! has the world gone very mad emerson or is it just us because all these small things they gather around us.

there is no fact, no event, in our private history, which shall not, sooner or later, lose its adhesive, inert form, and astonish us by soaring from our body into the empyrean. cradle and infancy, school and playground, the fear of boys, and dogs, and ferules, the love of little maids and berries.

and many another fact that once filled the whole sky, are gone already; friend and relative, village and country, art and poetry, nation and world must also soar and sing. of course, he who has put forth his total strength in fit actions emerson, has the richest return of wisdom. our ability to think and our ability to act is a confirmation that man is born rich.

i will not shut myself out of this firmament of action, and transplant an oak into a flower-pot, there to hunger and pine; nor trust the revenue of some single faculty, and exhaust one vein of thought, much like those savoyards, who getting their livelihood by carving shepherds, shepherdesses, and smoking dutchmen for all europe.

went out one day to the mountain to find stock, and discovered that they had whittled up the last of their pine trees. authors we have, in numbers emerson, who have written out their vein, and who, moved by a comendable prudence, sail for egypt, or greece or america, follow the trapper into the prairie or ramble round britain, to replenish their merchantable stock.

emerson: all our success divine postman is found in our history. timbuktu, rome, assyria have as much to say today as they did in antiquity. history, philosophy, and poetry we need to study laboriously, that they become a possession of the soul. they will guide and instruct teaching us not only to live well but to die well.

the journey to the mountaintop requires incredible endurance; however remaining ontop of the mountain for centuries my friend, calls for divine wisdom. we write not for this age divine postman, but for one that is beyond time. thus we dwell with patience, and wait on hecate like some forest fire. the great power of mankind is unleashed in unity.

people waste their whole lives divine postman chasing the dull pieces in life. they burden themselves by living in the confines of fear, rejecting the truth in nature. it occured to me my friend that mothers and fathers have no clue about life. all that they know is to conform to some routine. it is for us to be upright, and obey the work of the seasons.

mothers and fathers build houses, start families and live in debt their whole lives. in all their endeavors they desperately try to make water run uphill, by expecting results without searching for wisdom. whoever fails to obey nature’s laws will live in misery. success, fortune, virtue, glory can only be attained upon following nature’s footsteps. oh! how rich we are in obedience divine postman.

divine postman: nature loves harmony, and never benefits a single creature or plant; all things in nature are a connected whole. the pursuit of the whole is love. the masses aim at petty ends quite aside from the public good and heap unnecessary struggles simply because they fail to contribute beyond themselves.

all our success in life is in proportion to our desire to give. people stop with their families emerson, and never reach to the rest of humanity. man is made for abundance, not for scarcity. and he can only receive abundantly when he devotes his life to serving humanity through his unique calling.

a man will only receive that which he has believed in. fortune can only be answered by real exertions of both body and mind; and in obedience to pure motives. if it were only for a vocabulary emerson, the blogger would be covetous of action. life is our dictionary.

years are well-spent in country labors; in the city streets,- in the insight into busyness and discontented multitudes; in frank intercourse with many men and women; in riding the bicycle to the sea, in skateboarding, in art.

to the one end of mastering in all their facts a language by which to illustrate and embody our perceptions. i learn immediately from any speaker my friend how much he has already lived, through the poverty or the richness of his speech.

emerson: life lies behind us divine postman as the quarry from whence we get tiles and copestones for the masonry of today. this is the way to learn grammar. colleges and books only copy the language which the battlefield and the journeys made.

for it is not by the knowledge of words my friend that we come to the understanding of things, but by our experience of things we are enabled to follow the meaning of words. the enduring word is that which is aligned with the golden star. the problem with our society today divine postman is, that people make a lot of bad decisions.

and over time these bad decisions metamorphosis into bad habits. the great tragedy my friend is that our decisions will affect not only us but also those whom we share our life with. deadly is the cycle of ignorance my friend. the decisions that people make are informed by fear and ingratitude. we must destroy in order to rebuild.

the are two great fears in people’s lives,- the fear of death, and the fear of losing the dollar. in quiet desperation people wring their hands and gnash their teeth divine postman, they put all their trust in all that they accumulate as a means to runaway from these fears.

thus people become slaves to money and never explore the power of patience. there is a great reward for those who remain faithful. everything in society is in conspiracy against the glory of nature. all our fruitless labors are an attempt to deny the sovereignty of nature’s laws.

by rejecting the sustenance of earth, wind, water, fire, we deny ourselves. the great goal of wisdom divine postman is obedience to the revelations of the human soul. the moon will never fail to shine a light on our journey, and is the gracious hand that gives to all men. she makes known the end before the beginning and commands that we labor in faith with the sun.

divine postman: people give up too easily and never receive heaven, and never taste the sweetness of wisdom. oh! death and poverty, where is thy sting, where is thy victory? the mind and body of man holds all the glory. iAM the conquering lion emerson, nothing to me falls early or too late.

what is bitter in the beginning will have a sweet ending. what is sweet in the beginning will have a most bitter ending. nothing is left us now but death my friend let us give full and die empty. the final value of wisdom, like that of books, and better than books, is, that it is a resource emerson.

the great principle of undulation in nature, that shows itself in the inspiring and expiring of the breath; in desire and satiety; in the ebb and flow of the sea; in day and night. in heat and cold; and as yet more deeply ingrained in every solid and fluid, is known to us under the name of polarity.

these fits of easy transmission and reflection, are the law of nature because they are the law of spirit. the mind now thinks; now acts; and each fit reproduces the other. when the poet has exhibited his materials emerson, when the fancy no longer writes, when thoughts are no longer apprehended, and books are a weariness, he has always the resource to love.

character is higher than intellect. thinking is the function my friend. loving is the functionary. the stream retreats to its source, and finds the roots of its being. when a man has lost all things emerson, when friends and family have rejected him; the oak tree always awaits the abandoned ones, and will give shelter for many centuries.

emerson: a great soul will be strong to love, as well as strong to think. do you lack organ or medium to impart your truths divine postman? you can still fall back on this elemental force of embodying them.

love is a complete act; thinking is a partial act. no darkness, no cruel disappointment, no poverty, no death, no times of absolute solitude will ever break love. she is the great waters of the sea, which kiss and heal, and forever keep us company. hera will descend to the faithful and teach them how to handle that which others dream of.

let the grandeur of justice shine in your affairs my friend. let the beauty of affection cheer your lowly roof. those far from fame, who dwell and act with you divine postman, will feel the force of your constitution in the doings and passages of your day better than it can be measured by any public and designed display.

and in your perserverance to live boldly according to your philosophy, apollo will knock on your door and bestow abundant riches because of your faith in love. time shall teach us divine postman that the blogger loses no time that the man lives. every moment in the blogger’s life holds meaning, every hour is precious; athena is constantly preparing him for the next journey.

he is as alive behind his keyboard as he is on his bicycle. herein he unfolds the sacred germ of his instinct, screened from influence. what is lost in seemliness is gained in strength. not out of those, on whom systems of education have exhausted their culture, comes the helpful muse to destroy the old or to build the new.

but out of unhandselled savage nature my friend, out of terrible druids and beserkirs come at last seneca and montaigne. the masses spend all their time divine postman operating under the foolish assumption that there is no life without the dollar. they send their children to schools as a means to protect the wealth they have acquired.

divine postman: they fail to search for the wisdom in nature and never gain the riches of love. thus they lose their crown, and will die in spiritual famine. the supreme cause in nature calls for our absolute attention. hera will not descend into induvidual life on any other condition than entire possession.

the true kingdom of hera lives within, all external honors will never compensate the loss of the eternal riches of the human soul. all things in this world are dictated by the sun and moon. fortune favors the brave emerson. love will come to the lowly and simple. we all have our star that will descend from heaven upon obedience.

i, therefore, hear with joy my friend whatever is beginning to be said of the dignity and necessity of reading and writing to every young mind. there is virtue yet in the pen and paper, for learned as well as unlearned hands. the poet is everywhere welcome. always emerson, the poet is invited to inspire and breathe life to the weary hearts.

he will not sacrifice any opinion to the popular judgements, those who reject his truth, do so at their own peril. he will teach man and woman of what lies beyond the sun and moon by making wealth an object of no desire.

the poet attracts the adequate resources in accordance to his faith as he gives his life patiently to his craft. his stay is not permament but seasonal emerson, when his work is complete he will mount his horse and move forward to where the seasons lead him.

emerson: our duty divine postman is to make mankind believe in who they are; it is for us to cheer, to raise, and to guide men by showing them facts amidst appearances. everyday we plie the slow, unhonored, and unpaid task of observation.

in our private observatory, cataloguing obscure and nebulous stars of the human mind, which as yet no man has thought of as such,- watching days and months, sometimes, for a few facts; correcting still our old records.

we must relinquish display and immediate fame divine postman; and believe in the abundance of the future. so gentle and wise is nature as she reveals the sublime future of the blogger. he will give the riches that he has found in the human soul, and teach that nature will compensate every loss, and wipe every tear.

there is always a light that shines my friend no matter what darkness we find ourselves confronted with; and by persisting to honor our convictions the heavens will open up, with an infinite light that will blind the eye. read, write, and live divine postman!

in the long period of our preparation, we must betray often an ignorance and shiftlessness in popular arts, incurring the disdain of the able who shoulder us aside. but with the consolation in all our pursuits, that justice even if slow is certain.

divine postman: long we must stammer in our speech emerson, and often forgo the loving for the dead. worse yet, we must accept,- how often poverty and solitude. however, my friend time will compensate every sacrifice that we make. the mind and body of man is the maker of all, there is no great and no small to the beauty of the human soul.

for the ease and pleasure of treading the old road, accepting the fashions, the education, the religions of society, we take the cross of making our own. and, of course, the self-accusation, the faint heart, the frequent uncertainty and loss of time, which are the nettles and tangling vines in the way of the self-relying and self-directed.

and the state of virtual hostility in which he seems to stand to society. for all this loss and scorn emerson, what offset? we are to find consolation in exercising the highest functions of human nature. we are the ones, who will raise ourselves my friend from private considerations, and breathe and live on public and illustrious thought. let our spirit always be rich emerson.

for we are the world’s eye, and the world’s heart. all men and women will gather before us, for every cause we have understood. let us always resist the vulgar prosperity that ever retrogrades to barbarism and cowardice, by preserving and communicating heroic sentiments, noble biographies, melodious verse, and the conclusions of history.

whatsoever oracles the human heart, in all emergencies, in all solemn hours has uttered, as its commentary on the world of actions,- these we shall receive and impart. and whatsoever new verdict reason from her involiable seat pronounces on the passing men and events of today,- this we shall hear emerson and promulgate.

all things emerson are possible through faith. the strength of a man is found in his ability to wait. oh! time how you complete the work you started within; all you ever ask from us is obedience. a man is a golden impossibility; the line that he has to walk is a hairs breadth.

everything must start again anew,- the old will die emerson and the new will rise. heaven is a place we know. time is the force of life, that knows all and fulfills all. nothing is hidden to her that will not be revealed,- she remembers.

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divine postman: my calling finds me everyday. with every sunrise i grow as i believe. the written word is powerful ncedo. as the poet suffers for his word in due time it will manifest life. he is a beholder of ideas and an utterer of the necessary and causal.

the sign and credentials of the poet are, that he announces that which no man foretold. many great gifts await us from heaven, only that we remain patient and accept the place that the divine providence has found for us.

criticism is infested with a cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not. overlooking the fact, that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression.

and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit it to imitate the sayers. but homer’s words are as costly and admirable to homer, as agamemnon’s victories are to agamemnon. the poet does not wait for the hero or sage ncedo, but, as they act and think primarily, so he writes primarily what will and must be spoken.

ncedo: reckoning the others, though primaries also, yet, in respect to him, secondaries and servants. the poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. he is a sovereign divine postman, and stands on the centre.

for the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful. and hera has not made some beautiful things, but beauty is the creator of the universe. when one or two are united in love, glory will manifest through them. they will be granted power, and build an empire without end.

lords of the earth will they be divine postman, their kingdom will be bound by the sea and their glory transcending beyond the stars for all eternity. we are to create the future my friend. first nature will set us free and then teach us what it means to live. the world exists for the education of each man.

there is no age, or empire or mode of action in history to which there is not somewhat corresponding to our life. the force of character divine postman is cumulative, all the forgone days of virtue work their health into this. nature will justify all our patient labor.

divine postman: i remember, when i was in hostel ncedo, how much i was moved one morning by tidings that genius had appeared in a youth who sat near me at table. he had left his work, and gone rambling none knew whither.

and had written hundreds of lines, but could not tell whether that which was in him was therein told. he could tell nothing but that all was changed my friend,- man, beast, heaven, earth, and sea. how gladly we listened ncedo, how credulous! society seemed to be compromised, we sat in the aurora of a sunrise which was to put out all the stars.

queenstown seemed to be at twice the distance it was the night before, or was much further than that. greece,- what was greece? plato and pindar were in the yellow leaf, and homer no more should be heard of. it is much to know ncedo that poetry has been written this very day, under this very roof, by your side!

what! that wonderful spirit has not expired! these stony monuments are still sparkling and animated! i had fancied that the oracles were all silent, and nature had spent her fires, and behold ncedo! all night, from every pore, these fine auroras have been streaming. all they need is a divine vessel, that will carry them.

ncedo: human life is mysterious and involiable; it twists and turns as a river moves from left to right, forever onwards with no beginning and no end. we travel through the nile river everyday divine postman mystified by its wonders and the glory of its simplicity.

the wise river yields a harvest for man without the need for cultivation. there is no straight line in nature my friend neither are there any confines. we hedge our lives round with fears and regrets. every oracle that we need to grow in our understanding is given to us by nature.

the thunderbolt has a cause and prophesies the revolution that is about to happen in our lives. it will move the mind to greater regions, and give it a taste of the sweetness of victory. for nature is as truly beautiful divine postman as it is good, or as it is reasonable, and must as much appear, as it must be done, or be known.

words and deeds my friend are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy. words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words. poetry was all written before time was divine postman. our labors must be simple that we will be finely organized to penetrate into that region where the air is music, and write down those primal warblings. joy is given unto all men.

divine postman: the poet is ostracized ncedo, he is misunderstood and isolated among his contemporaries, by truth and by his art; but with this consolation in all his pursuits, that they will draw all men sooner or later.

for all men live by truth as they thirst for water, and stand in need of expression. the man is only half himself, the other half my friend is his expression.

we as poets ncedo stand among partial men for the complete man, and apprise humanity not of individual wealth, but of the commonwealth of man and woman thinking. we cannot change the weather my friend, but we can change our habits.

the whole world, is made up of earth, air, fire, and water. so we must treat fire, air, earth, and water as the material causes of the events in this world. meaning by material what is subject and unaffecting. all things in nature ncedo are constantly going through changes. the faith of the poet in his word is the faith in his soul.

ncedo: our environment divine postman is a reflection of our thinking. for every cause there is an effect. the suffering that we impose upon the earth and all her creatures will rebound on us with double the impact. we are to pursue learning and become creators, not consumers.

all literature writes the character of the wise man. books, monuments, pictures, conversation, are portraits in which he finds the lineaments he is forming. an inheritance divine postman will not last forever, one must use it all wisely creating the future. if riches are increased, they are increased that use them.

we can only grow rich when our virtues are the result of our natural temperament and self-training, which are moulded by the rigorous and austere discipline of nature. wisdom will never fail us. everyone has some interest in the advent of the poet divine postman, and no one knows how much it may concern him.

the poet is the mind of nature; he knows the roots of all things. he is the voice of apollo. we know my friend that the secret of the world is profound, but who or what shall be our interpreter, we know not. it calls for the brave to read the mind of athena, and share her great secrets with humanity. a mountain walk, a journey to the ancient tombs in matatiele, a new person may put the key into our hands.

divine postman: of course, the value of genius to us is in the veracity of its report. talent may frolic and juggle; genius realizes and adds. plutarch followed arrian and livy; his genius transformed their word. and the lives of plutarch was born.

the earth is going to kill us ncedo. our consumption habits are not sustainable, we are putting the good earth under incredible strain. temperatures are reaching all time highs and all time lows.

our agrarian and industrial culture are the main cause for the earth deteriorating in beauty. if buildings fell ncedo, at least we would be in matrimony. i dream of a world with no cars my friend, no households, no family; but one race living in everlasting harmony under hera’s abundant forests, always laying in open air under the stars.

the earth herself rich with overflowing streams, and pure rivers with no pollution, freely yielding an abundant harvest without the scars of ploughs, untouched by hoes. i dream of an age when spring will be eternal, and gentle breezes with warm air caress the flowers that grow without being seeded.

the earth is one ncedo, and every individual who walks on it has an influence on the changes it will undergo. thus one who sacrifices all things fleeting for a great cause, will be richly rewarded for he has given to the earth. he will learn that all glory lives in the human soul, the beauty of heaven and earth is the beauty of his own mind and body.

our habits can only be sustainable when we imitate nature and abide in her presence. the body holds the capacity to heal itself with an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables; the good earth also holds the power to heal itself when mankind returns to the soil that moulded him. let us cease to persecute the earth ncedo and be part of the solution, not the problem.

ncedo: a woman is carved from the rocks,- her strength is enduring. a man is tender in his heart as the wings of a butterfly, he is most strong when he is weak. let us have faith in the future my friend steadily moving towards it with our hands and feet.

how glorious that day will be divine postman, when hecate showers us with her great gifts, and the waters of styx rise to wash every wound. look to the golden star my friend, and let the gardener prepare the vessel.

in the nature of man, a veil shuts down on the facts of tomorrow; for the soul will not have us read any other cipher divine postman than that of the kingdom of cause and effect. by this veil which curtains events it instructs the child-like genius to live in today.

the only mode of obtaining an answer to these questions of the senses is to forgo all low curiosity, and, accepting the tide of being which floats us into the secret of nature, work and live, work and live divine postman! and at all unawares the advancing soul has built and forged for itself a new condition, and the question and the answer are one.

a great faith will move the stars. the dawn-bringer will guide and nurter the young mind, entrenching him to the roots of simplicity. mankind, in good earnest, have availed so far in understanding themselves and their work, that the foremost watchman on the peak announces his news. the laws in nature are the laws in man.

divine postman: it is the truest word ever spoken ncedo, and the phrase will be the fittest, most musical, and the unerring voice of the world for that time. all that we call sacred history my friend attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology.

the world will thunder at the birth of a poet. he will endure many dangers ncedo suffering many persecutions. however, his faith will sustain him in every season of his life, and the ease of the victory of nature will anchor him to the roots of love. for love will prevail over all things, and the martyr will be justified; beauty will not be denied.

fire, air, water, earth, we assert, originate from one another, and each of them exists potentially in each, as all things do ncedo that can be resolved into a common and ultimate substrate. the earth is a mystery, but what we know my friend is that it is surrounded by water. the ocean touches all the extremities of the earth.

ncedo: and these extremities divine postman form a circle around the earth. for hera visits the limits of the bountiful earth, and oceanus source of all life. we may learn both from the evidence of our senses my friend and from experience, that the whole inhabited world is an island.

for wherever it has been possible for man to reach the limits of the earth divine postman, sea has been found. oh! thou glorious mirror, where the almighty’s form glasses itself in tempests; in all time calm or convulsed,- in breeze, or gale, or storm, icing the pole, or in the torrid clime.

dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime. the image of eternity; the throne of the invisible; even from out thy slime ocean the monsters of the deep are made; each zone obeys thee. thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone, forever by my side.

and i have loved thee, ocean! and my joy of youthful sports was on thy breast to be borne like thy bubbles, onward. from a boy i wantoned with thy breakers, they to me were a delight.

and if the freshening sea divine postman made them a terror, ’twas a pleasing fear. for i was as it were a child of thee, and trusted to thy billows far and near. and laid my hand upon thy mane as i do here. may i find you ocean, and may we sit together till we grey and old.

divine postman: the hand of time can never be understood. she knows no other standard but greatness. our duty on this earth ncedo is to learn about the glory of the human soul. it gives only in abundance and will accept no confines,- commanding simplicity at all times. the soul is a progress my friend, not a station,- it becomes.

the secrets that she whispers to the obedient heart are given to us that we may share them with the whole of man through the artform we choose. man, never so often deceived, still watches for the arrival of a brother who can hold him steady to a truth, until he has made it his own.

with what joy ncedo i begin to read a poem, which i confide in as an inspiration! and now my chains are to be broken; i shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which i love,- opaque though they seem transparent,- and from the heaven of truth i shall see and comprehend my relations.

to simplify our lives is to focus on the things that truly matter. when we live simply ncedo we make room for creativity and exploring the imagination. it is only in our easy, simple, spontaneous action are we strong, and by contenting ourselves with obedience we become divine.

belief and love,- a believing love ncedo will relieve us of a vast load of care. a great faith will reconcile us to life and renovate nature, to see trifles animated by a tendency, and to know what iAM doing. life will no more be a noise my friend. now i shall see men and women, and know the signs by which they may be discerned from fools and cowards.

this day shall be better than my birthday: then i became an animal: now iAM invited into the beauty of the real. such is the hope my friend, but the fruition is postponed. oftener it falls ncedo, that this winged man, who will carry me into the heavens, whirls me into the clouds, then leaps and frisks about with me from cloud to cloud, still affirming that he is bound heavenward.

and i, being myself a novice ncedo, am slow in perceiving that he does not know the way into the heavens, and is merely bent that i should admire his skill to rise, like a fowl or a flying fish, a little way from the ground or the beauty.

but the all-piercing, all-feeding, and ocular air of heaven that man shall never inhabit. i tumble down again my friend soon into my old nooks, and lead the life of exaggerations as before, and have lost the faith in the possibility of any guide who can lead me thither where i would be. it is only i that can find the way, the beauty, and the divine, which will be the birth of my star.

ncedo: we need to eat a common diet that promotes equality and nourishment. a simple life will unite the whole of mankind. when we take our meals at home divine postman recling on costly couches and costly tables fattened by the flesh that we eat; we not only ruin our character but also our health.

we belong in a community, not in a family. there is unity among us when wealth becomes an object of no desire. the heart my friend will be kindled with a fire to learn when we live in accordance to nature’s laws. all men and women desire truth and will gather in the presence of styx,- eldest daughter of back-flowing ocean.

she lives apart from the gods in her glorious house divine postman, vaulted over with great rocks and propped up to heaven all round with silver pillars. rarely does the daughter of thaumas, swift-footed iris, come to her with a message over the sea’s wide back.

we rob nature of the glory my friend, and never acknowledge what truly sustains us. the human body is a law that is wired by nature. it attracts all that it needs with the energy it radiates.

there is no coming to be of anything divine postman, but only a mingling and a divorce of what has already been mingled. the science which has to do with nature clearly concerns itself for the most part with bodies and magnitudes and their properties, and movements.

divine postman: but also with the principles of this sort of substance, as many as they may be. for of things constituted by nature ncedo, some are bodies and magnitudes, some possess body and magnitude. and some are principles of these which possess these.

now a continuum is that which is divisible into parts always capable of subdivision, and a body is that which is every way divisible. a magnitude my friend if divisible one way is a line, if two ways a surface, and if three a body. beyond these there is no other magnitude ncedo because the three dimensions are all that there are.

and that which is divisible in three dimensions is divisible in all. the world, and all that is in it, is determined by the number three. since beginning and middle and end give the number of an all. and so, having taken these three from nature as laws of it, the egyptians built the enduring monument of the pyramids at giza,- thundering this golden truth to every age, as a reminder of our roots.

the mighty orion ncedo conforms to the number three, all plants that grow on the earth move in three. thus the metaphor of the everlasting laws in nature have become a national symbol. the waters that give us life consist of two hydrogen molecules and one oxygen molecule. christianity adopts the number three in its representation of its god,- namely father, son, and holy ghost.

ncedo: time will whither all things; she will destroy all that man builds. it is only wisdom that will endure. this is what i ask of thee pallas athena: to live a purposeful life, giving myself wholly to the cause of sharing divine philosophia; arrange all my acts by irresistible magnetism in a line with the poles of the universe.

i do not wish more external goods divine postman,- neither possessions, nor honors, nor powers, nor wealth, nor persons; all that i ask of the great goddess is for her to annoint these words, that they will endure beyond time and bestow everlasting fortune to mankind.

mankind have a natural desire to leave behind them an image of themselves divine postman. now in our case considering that we will not have children, our legacy is the wisdom we will leave behind. which will be the hope to the young orphans.

divine postman: and this can manifest through art, poetry, photography, or planting trees and enriching the earth. in essence our duty ncedo is to capture the age we are living in, to speak of the beautiful and the ugly. we all have a voice, that we are given to use in order to fulfill the almighty effort of apollo.

the purpose of art is to inspire mankind to believe in their native good,- to know that every answer lives within. nature makes each man and woman for a single use, hence we know that each of us is called to a unique purpose.

every instrument is best made when intended for a single and not many uses. there is one great thing ncedo that every man and woman will leave behind when they die.

the child is greater than the father; the song is wiser than the poet. the nature of a thing ncedo is its end. for what each thing is when fully developed is its nature. the final cause and end of a thing my friend is the best, and to be self-sufficing and self-reliant is the end and best. every great endeavor is established with a view to ultimate good.

for mankind always act in order to obtain that which they think good. every art, every investigation, and similarly every action and pursuit, is thought to aim at some good. and for this reason ncedo the good has been declared to be that at which all things aim.

to be great is to lay down your life for many. we make sacrifices of ourselves ncedo as we travel around the world, uncovering every rock to understand the roots of life. we can only speak of what we experience my friend.

we have found the truth, and now we share it with all mankind. oh! the everlasting depths of patience, invinsible and imperishable. do have faith ncedo in the perfect silence. you are on this earth to speak of the divine. let your life my friend be a manifestation of what your believe.

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divine postman: every heart desires to be loved; and when we do not feel loved at home, we will search for love elsewhere. however spenser the city streets, and the aimless souls shadowed by the street lights will not give us love. neither will marriage or children fill the void within.

nature is the bride of the soul. it is only in her presence whereby we feel free. she heals every wound, wipes every tear, and sustains every heartbeat. nature creates nothing without a purpose spenser, but always the best possible in each kind of living creature by reference to its essential constitution.

accordingly if one way is better than another, that is the way of nature. no answer in words can reply to a question of things. it is not in an arbitary decree of hera, but in the nature of man, that a veil shuts down on the facts of tomorrow. for the soul will not have us read any other cipher than that of the kingdom of cause and effect.

by this veil spenser which curtains events it instructs the children of men to live in today. the only mode of obtaining an answer to these questions of the senses is to forgo all low curiosity, and, accepting the tide of being which floats us into the secret of nature: work and live, work and live.

spenser: and at all unawares the advancing soul has built and forged for itself a new condition, and the answer and question are one. the voice of apollo saith, ‘up and onward for evermore.’ we cannot stay amidst the ruins divine postman.

by the same fire vital, consecrating, celestial, which burns until it shall dissolve all things into the waves and surges of an ocean of light, we see and know each other, and what spirit each is of. a thing of beauty divine postman is a joy forever, its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. it will move the heavens and is immovable in its stillness. reason forms the starting point alike in the works of art and in the works of nature.

for consider how the physician or how the builder divine postman sets about his work. he starts by forming for himself a definite picture, in the one case perceptible to mind, in the other to sense, of his end- the physician of health, the builder of a house.

and this he holds as the reason and explanation of each subsequent step that he takes, and of his acting in this or that way as the case may be. now, in the works of nature divine postman the good end and the final cause is still more dominant than in works of art such as these, nor is necessity a factor with the same significance in the case of them all.

divine postman: all knowledge in cities is a splitting apart of nature. the scholars of antiquity belonged to nature. the most important attributes of animals, whether common to all or perculiar to some, are, manifestly, attributes of soul and body in conjunction.

for example sensation, memory, passion, appetite and desire in general and in adittion pleasure and pain. for these spenser may, in fact, belong to all animals. but there are, besides these, other attributes, of which some are common to all living things, while others are perculiar to certain species of animals.

the most important of these may be summed up in four pairs,- waking and sleeping; youth and old age; inhalation and exhalation; life and death. now it is clear alike spenser, by reasoning and observation, that sensation is generated in the soul through the medium of the body.

spenser: we know each other very well divine postman,- which of us has been just of himself and whether that which we teach or behold is only an aspiration or is our honest opinion also. i gave up all that athena bestowed upon me to study her laws.

the love of humanity alighted my destiny. objections and criticisms came flooding in but i persevered divine postman, as i layed my life down to preserve the human race; pursuing wisdom and rejecting fame and wealth. i believe in the native good in man.

i stole the shining fire of creativity from the gods, and gave it to man. this was my crime divine postman. i never knew where i was running to but i landed in the sea; everyday these waters raise me up,- i choose to be bolder than the darkness. at the ends of the earth i was bound by hera, cruel god, in unbreakable chains made of adamant.

i never heard the voice of man nor saw her shape as i wrestled with eternity. the sun beat me down mercilessly withering my fair skin. night in her starry robes brought me relief as she hid the sun’s bright rays.

this is what i earned for loving man too much divine postman, i gave gifts to man far what they deserved, and had to pay the price; my hope in all my ambition is for man to be free from every bondage living in everlasting freedom, and find their fortune in wisdom.

for nine months, the moon waxed and waned, and on the tenth month apollo, the far shooter, pleaded with hera and set me free with his silver bow. now i set fire to the rain, and hold the great thunderbolt in my left hand. only time is ours divine postman, the rest we will wait and see. the memories we create will endure for eternity, and will sustain a man to his grey hairs and old age.

divine postman: people do not search for the inner meaning of life. they memorize facts, dates, and places but never pursue the wisdom in nature. they die in poverty and never inherit the abundance of heaven and earth. oh! if only we choose to follow time, how radical this world would be spenser.

we are all discerners of spirits my friend. that diagnosis lies aloft in our life or unconscious power. the intercourse of society, its trade, its religion, its friendships, its quarrels, its smiles and frowns, its pleasures and pains, is one wide, judicial investigation of character.

in full court, or in small committee, or confronted face to face, accuser and accused, men offer themselves to be judged spenser. against their will they exhibit those decisive trifles by which character is read. but who judges my friend? and what? not our understanding. we do not read them by learning or craft.

spenser: no! the wisdom of the wise man consists herein, that he does not judge them; but lets them judge themselves and merely reads and records their own verdict.

by virtue of this inevitable nature divine postman, private will is overpowered, and, maugre our efforts or our imperfections, your genius will speak from you, and mine from me.

oh! how great is the joy of creating, that hera fills the soul of the poet with. in all his days of painstaking labor she lulls all worries in his mind to sleep that he will focus solely on creating beauty that the world will treasure for many ages. thus in his patient pursuit of uniting all men with art he plants roses where there is concrete.

that which we are divine postman, we shall teach, not voluntarily but involuntarily. thoughts come into our minds by avenues which we never left open, and thoughts go out of our minds through avenues which we voluntarily never opened. character teaches over our heads my friend. we emit our nature with every breath that we breathe.

the infallible index of true progress is found in the tone that man takes. neither his age, nor his breeding, nor company, nor books, nor actions, nor talents, nor altogether can hinder him from being differential to a higher spirit than his own.

if he have not found his home in love divine postman, his manners, his forms of speech, the turn of his sentences, the build, shall i say, of all his companions will involuntarily confess it, let him brave it out how he will.

divine postman: if he have found his centre, the deity will shine through him, through all the disguises of ignorance, of ungenial temperament, of unfavorable circumstance. the tone of seeking is one spenser; and the tone of having is another.

as nature moulds us in the womb she stores our destiny in the soul and guides us towards it everyday that we wake and see the sun. the spirit of love will affirm all that we have been yearning for when she is pleased with our faith. oh! there is a wise guide for all men my friend, that anchors him.

the rich will move with grace and dwell in everlasting patience; the poor will rush into life and lose all their power. only the wise will wait, and grow abundant riches. all fortune lives in patience. none is wiser than time. the soul knows every secret in nature, it knows the end before the beginning.

a man is a bundle of relations spenser, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world. his faculties refer to natures out of him and predict the world he is to inhabit, as the fins of the fish foreshow that water exists, or the wings of an eagle in the egg presuppose air.

spenser: we cannot live without an advancing soul divine postman. man is a broken giant, and in all his weakness both his body and his mind are invigorated by habits of conversation with nature. the knowledge of the soul admittedly contributes greatly to the advance of truth in general, and, above all, to our understanding of nature.

for the soul is in some sense the principle of animal life. the soul is willful and commands all beauty to its presence. she is forever young, death cannot wither her. fortune can only ravish us divine postman when the mind is simple, without anything proud or foreign. our aim my friend is to grasp and understand, first the essential nature of the soul.

and secondly its properties; of these some are taught to be affections proper to the soul itself, while others are considered to attach to the animal itself owing to the presence within it of soul. all animals have a soul divine postman, hence it is that nature will burden those who eat animals.

we have imprisoned our animals my friend, and in her eternal justice nature will imprison the whole of man in fear; only the brave will be delivered, who always ask questions. the universal soul sees all and knows all. the soul cannot act or be acted upon without involving the body.

divine postman: the body is a mirror of the soul; embodying all our desires. a soul that gives will reflect a body in harmony with nature; a soul that takes will reflect a body that is disproportionate. our joy is in proportion to our giving. there are no shortcuts in life spenser.

nature cannot be cheated. we anticipate a new era with the invention of agriculture. the new mode of delivering food brings with it the old checks. meat is so easily accessible, that it seems the animals which are slaughtered grow overnight. but the acceleration of the delivery of goods brings with it the old checks.

the body cannot digest meat at the rate at which it is consumed spenser; thus the body will store the excess flesh as fat and tell us that something is wrong through disfiguration and disease. the body reacts on the food that we eat and the beverages that we drink. food is either poison or medicine.

all men naturally desire knowledge spenser, hence it is said that every noble pursuit aims at some good outcome; a child is born that he may learn about the supreme cause in nature. in all his days he is to suckle the teat of heaven and earth, that he may create everlasting beauty. it is in nature that we belong, it is only her spirit that can create and sustain.

spenser: all truth, all virtue, all fortune lives in nature. the soul can only discern all these riches when it is in matrimony with the sun and moon. we will never be at peace divine postman until we find our natural history. oh! the beauty of simplicity never ceases to amaze me my friend, it is inexhaustible. how low we have fallen is how high we will soar.

so charming is the hand of hera that weaves in and out of every season. and will finally give birth to a divine creation, and sustain it with the wisdom of pallas athena. we can only find true riches when we choose to know ourselves. the imagination is enough company divine postman. the first in time and the first in importance of the influences upon the mind is that of nature.

everyday the sun; and, after sunset, night and her stars. ever the winds blow divine postman; ever the grass grows; ever the waters flow and ever the birds sing. everyday, men and women, conversing, beholding and beholden. the scholar is he of all men whom this spectacle most engages. he must settle its value in his mind.

divine postman: what is nature to him my friend? there is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexpilcable continuity of this web of hera, but always circular power returning into itself. the laws of the mind and body can only be uncovered in nature.

as we grow in years spenser, we ought to grow in wisdom. man and nature proceed from one root. one is leaf and one is flower; relation, sympathy, stirring in every vein. and what is that root spenser? is not that the soul of your soul? a thought too bold you may say,- a dream too wild.

yet when this spiritual light shall have revealed the law of more earthly natures,- when you have learned to worship the soul spenser, and to see that the natural philosophy that now is, is only the first gropings of its gigantic hand, you shall look forward to an ever expanding knowledge as to a becoming creator.

you shall see spenser, that nature is the opposite of the soul, answering to it part for part. one is seal, and one is print. its beauty is the beauty of your own mind and body. its laws are the laws of your own mind and body. the miracle of nature is the miracle of man. the soul beholds the glory of heaven and earth.

spenser: nature divine postman is the measure of our attainments. so much of nature as we are ignorant of, so much of our own mind and body we do not yet possess. and, in fine, the ancient precept, “know thyself,” and the modern precept, “study nature,” become at last one maxim.

nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same. she casts the same thought into troops of forms, as a poet makes twenty fables with one moral. through the bruteness and toughness of matter a subtle spirit my friend bends all things to its own will.

our nature is self-sufficing. self-existence is the attribute of the supreme cause, and it constitutes the measure of good by the degree in which it enters into all lower forms. the soul can never find any contented joy in external possessions. nature creates beauty for man’s enjoyment.

all things real divine postman are so much by so much virtue as they contain. there is a law actively working in nature for conservation and growth. power is, in nature, the essential measure of right. nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdoms divine postman which cannot help itself.

the generation and maturation of a young mind, its poise and orbit, the bended tree recovering itself from a strong wind, the vital resources of every animal and vegetable, are demonstrations of the self-sufficing and therefore self-relying soul.

divine postman: there must be a full term of years in exercising our divine faculties of mind, body, and spirit if we are to yield sustained fortune. for one swallow or one fine day does not make a spring, nor does one day or any space of time make a wise and contented man.

as we take the long way round spenser investigating every cause, we will connect at a deeper level with ourselves, and believe in our calling. we are made for patience. wise athena will guide the young mind. nothing will change if we do not change my friend. let us be careful in choosing marriage, children, and building a home.

the resources that nature will use to maintain all these chosen endeavors will cost us all our time. all the meaningless employments that men and women engage in, is the price that nature attaches to the resources that they take from her. it is a bondage that will keep them captive until they are delivered by death.

we cannot be wealthy when we take from nature spenser and never give anything back. it is no good to have children, we are one race regardless of our birthplace. houses have become a substitute for trees, there is no shade to cool the bright rays of the sunshine in matatiele. lovely is he to apollo who will marry nature, heaven and earth is his to behold.

spenser: he will receive everlasting riches,- the vegetables he plants; the trees he sits beside; the birds that wake him at dawn; the waters of the ocean; the clouds that hover above; the stars that shine, are all his children. life does not end because we reject the customs and usages of society; it only opens up to a sublime and infinite future.

oh! divine postman, so many a soul fortune has deceived. she reduces the great earth into a garden to those who lust after money. the wise who choose to bow down before her will learn her secrets, she will point them to the steady trees, the manifold plants and wise vegetables.

i seek not glory from the senseless crowd, of fancied laurels i shall never be proud divine postman. there is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore. there is society where none intrudes my friend, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.

from these our interviews in which i steal, from all i may be or have been before to mingle with the universe and feel what i can never express, yet cannot all conceal. the mountain sheep divine postman will impart more wisdom than the city streets, with all their gimmick preachers.

roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,- roll! ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, man marks the earth with ruin, his control stops with the shore. let him shake his fists on the earth, but he will stop before the shore. upon the watery plain the wrecks are all thy dead, nor doth remain a shadow of man’s ravage, save his own.

when for a moment like a drop of rain he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, without a grave unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. his steps are not upon thy paths ocean, thy fields are not a spoil for him thou dost arise and shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields for earth’s destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies.

and send’st him shivering in thy playful spray. and howling to his gods where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay and dashest him again to earth there let him lay. the armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock built cities, bidding nations quake divine postman, and monarchs tremble in their capitals.

the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; these are thy toys ocean, and as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar alike the armada’s pride or spoils of trafalgar.

thy shores are empires changed in all save thee. assyria, persia, greece, mecadon, rome, carthage, arabia, britain, america, africa, what are they? thy waters washed them power while they were free and many a tyrant since. their shores obey the stranger, slave, or savage. their decay has dried up realms to deserts.

divine postman: not so thou unchangeable, save to thy wild waves’ play. time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

thou glorious mirror where the almighty’s form glasses itself in tempest; in all time, calm or convulsed,- in breeze, or gale, or storm,- icing the pole or in the torrid clime. dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime. the image of eternity spenser, the throne of the invisible.

even out of ocean’s slime, the monsters of the deep are made. each zone obeys the sea my friend, she goes forth, dread, fathomless, alone. she whispers to the heart of the meek in their sleep, and raises them beyond what they believed.

oh! everlasting is the might of the sea spenser. all justice she holds, the source of all life. i feel the rain, i feel the thunder, i see the mountains on fire. the mighty waves have been set free and will now consume the whole earth.

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