depth over distance everytime my dear. this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods but its the roots that will bind us here to the ground depth over distance was all i asked of ya and i may be foolish to fall as i do but there is strength in the blindness you fear if you are coming too
darling hold on wait until that lone sun breaks from the arms of the sea. honey hold on though we may be too young to know this ride we are on
depth over distance was all i asked of ya and everybody round ya is acting like a stone and honey there is things i would do for ya i would go blind for ya let it go sometimes let it go sometimes
hold on wait until that lone sun breaks from the arms of the sea darling hold on though we may be too young to know this ride we are on
the doctrine of hatred must be preached as as the counteraction to the doctrine of love when that pules and whines. i shun mother father brother wife friend child when my genius calls. i would write on the lintels of doorposts love. i hope it is somewhat love but we cannot spend the day in explanation or preparation. expect me not to show cause why i seek or why i exclude company.
then again do not tell me as a good man did today of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. are they my poor. i tell thee thou foolish philanthropist that i grudge the dollar the dime the cent it is what divides all men. i give to such men as do not belong to me or and to whom i do not belong. giving money will never solve the problems we are confronted with. it can only be a conscientious shift. there is a class of persons of whom by spiritual affinity iAM bought and sold for them i would lay down my life. but your miscellaneous popular institutions. the education of fools at colleges the building of meeting houses to the vain end to which many stand alms and sots and the thousand fold relief societies though i confess with shame i sometimes succumb and give the dollar it is a wicked dollar which by and by i shall have the manhood to withhold yet the more of it i withhold the more it consumes my heart and dangers my soul.
the land was parted from the sea so man could eat. by nature our true dwelling place is the ocean but we fail to even manage 30% of our earthly inheritance. and as we destroy the landwe tarnish the ocean and skies above. by oppressing nature we oppress ourselves. we need to make time to think to sit with time is to sit with ourselves. the ability to choose is the greatest power we have you will be justified in your truth.
the only right is what is after my constitution the only wrong that which is against it. a man is to carry himself in the presence of all opposition as if everything were titular and ephemeral but he. i am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names to large societies and dead institutions. every decent and well-spoken individual affects and sways me more than is right.
i ought to go upright and vital and speak the rude truth in all ways if malice and vanity wear the coat of philanthropy what then. if an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause of poverty and comes to me with his last news from slumtown why should i not say to him, go love thy infant love thy gardener be good natured and honest have that grace and never varnish your hard uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for equality thy love afar is spite at home. rough and graceless would be such greeting but truth is handsomer than the affection of love. your goodness must have some edge to it else it is nothing.
beauty is hope beauty is power beauty is love. she comes she bows she prays like reed in the field forever will beauty rein there is communication between our spirits. let us not love food it is precious gift but there is greater joy to be found all things are a gift but once exhausted they become burdensome such as family. our only solution to inequality and world poverty is to stop the consumption of meat and embrace raw fruits and vegetables and grains. nothing is right or wrong it merely depends on the character in which it is done the manner by which we handle food is not sustainable. we place too much pressure on nature. too many natural resources are used in production delivery and selling of food.
we stain nature with all forms of pollution in the process of delivering food to end consumer. it were better to eat from our gardens. a simple diet is an abundant life
whoso would be a man must be a non-conformist he who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness but must explore if it be goodness. nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind whoever is discouraged is done so by his mind. only our faith is everliving. absolve you to yourself and you shall have the suffrage of the age.
i remember an answer which when quite young i was prompted to make to someone who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. on my saying what have i to do with the sacredness of traditions if i live wholly from within. he then suggested, but these impulses may be from below not from above. i replied they do not seem to me to be such but if i have sold my soul to the devil i will then live from the devil. no law can be sacred to me but that of my own nature. good and bad are names very readily transferable to this or that. what is the real devil is man not living from within. we are gods and godesses.
we need not rush in all that we do things have no end they are made infinite therefore embrace the journey treading graciously with every step seeking understanding. life is too precious to waste on dead institutions youth must live love treasuring solitude. let him not be lost in crowd
who can thus avoid all pledges and having observed observe again from the same unaffacted unbiased unbribable unaffrighted innocence must always be formidable. he would utter opinions on all passing affairs which being seen to be not private but necessary would sink like darts into the ears of men and put them in fear.
these are the voices which we hear in solitude but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of its members. society is a joint stock company in which the members agree for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. the virtue in most request is conformity self-reliance is its aversion. it loves not realities and creators but names and customs
these clothes we wear will never change us we convince ourselves that our jobs bring us fulfillment yet they leave us empty and dry sucking the soul in us. my home is the sea my family is humanity hope is what raises a child we must destroy in order to rebuild as i change myself i change this world. you must always give your best our labour must endure. everything is a reflection of our energy. life opens up when we dedicate ourselves to learning for all things follow you
nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to conciliate one is the healthy attitude of human nature. a boy is in the parlor what the pit is in the playhouse independent irresponsible looking out from his corner on such people and facts as pass by he tries and sentences them on their merits in the swift summary way of boys as good bad silly troublesome eloquent. he cumbers himself never about consequences about interests he gives an independent genuine verdict.
you must court him he does not court you. but the man is as it were clapped into jail by his consciousness. as soon as he has once spoken with eclact he is a committed person watched by the sympathy or hatred of hundreds whose affections must now enter into his account. there is no lethe for this ah that he could again pass into his neutrality. you cannot have everything in life a great price is paid for divine things.
mind does not function without body the sea is where i belong. you can be a star no matter wherever you are you can rule this world you can do anything. we are born beautiful within there is always deliverance even upon desolate crag where prometheus was bound we earn all good with our labour. i chose this lovely song believing one day the world will listen to my words. always live your dream you can do all you set your mind to. this is boldest i ever been and this sky shall tumble and fall will you stand by me.
continue to act thus set yourself free for your own sake. gather and save your time which till late has been forced from you or filched away or has merely slipped from your hands.
make yourself believe the truth of my words that certain moments are torn from us that some are gently removed that others glide beyond our reach. the most disgraceful kind of loss however is that due to carelessness
furthermore if you will pay close heed to the problem you will find that the largest portion of our life passes while we are doing ill a goodly share while we are doing nothing and the whole while we are doing that which is not our purpose.
what mortal can you show me who places any value on his time who reckons the worth of each day who understands that he is dying daily? for we are mistaken when we look forward to death major portion of death has already passed whatever years be behind us are in death’s hands those who do not understand will never value wisdom.
therefore hold every hour in your grasp lay hold of today’s task and you will not need to depend so much upon tomorrow. when you do what you love there are no holidays no breaks but consistent labour while we are postponing life speeds by nothing is ours except time. we were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing so fleeting and slippery that anyone who can oust us from its possession will. you need to fight for your time which is your life only time is our the rest we will wait and see
what fools these mortals be. they allow the cheapest and most useless things which can easily be replaced to be charged in the reckoning after they have acquired them but they never regard themselves as in debt when they have received some of that precious commodity time. and yet time is the one loan which even a grateful recipient cannot repay
you may desire to know how i who preach to you so freely am practicing. i confess frankly my expense account balances as you would expect from one who is free but careful. i cannot boast that i waste nothing but i can atleast tell you what iAM wasting and cause and manner of loss. i can give you the reasons why iAM a contented man
my situation is that of many who are reduced to slender means. through no fault of their own everyone forgives but none rescues them. what is the state of things then it is this i do not regard a man as poor if the little which remains is enough for him. poverty in every age has been misunderstood those who are poor own their time and live most free lives whereas the so called rich are always running around to maintain their possessions they are in possession of anything but their time.
whoever does not own his time does not own his soul.
i advise you to keep what is really yours and you cannot begin too early. for as our ancestors believed it is too late to spare when you reach old age. for that which remains at the bottom the amount is slight and the quality vile. best times are those when we are young. greatest wealth is not material but spiritual.