mvuyisi: our age is to live divine postman using the internet.
divine postman: we are children of the world wide web mvu, our age is the most connected in all of history, with communication happening at an incredible speed.
mvu: truly it is remarkable how easy it is to communicate with anyone around the world. we are to use the internet to create enduring works of art.
divine postman: we are to explore our imagination and finding inspiration from egypt, persia, greece and rome.
mvuyisi: we will fail to understand the glory in our hands without living in the library at alexandria.
divine postman: i travel with strabo in his journies. i discover the lands and meet the people with homer; i watch the sun set with hesiod. and walk on the city streets with socrates.
mvuyisi: the key divine postman is to connect the genius of today with the simplicity and childlikeness of antiquity.
divine postman: our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old but of the natural. the greeks are not reflective but alive through their powerful sensation. to exercise their mind in conversation they engaged their bodies constantly.
mvuyisi: the costly charm of the ancient tragedy, and indeed of all the old literature is that the persons speak simply. their speak simply as they lived simply.
divine postman: they speak as persons mvu with great good sense without knowing it. we need to haul ourselves back in those dusty repositories of the pyramids.
mvuyisi: our glory is in proportion to our roots in history. the hours should be instructed by the ages and the ages explained by the hours.
divine postman: how lovely it would be if we renounced these telescreens using our time to live and through this wonderful technology tell the story of our history.
mvuyisi: in other words divine postman always acting with the grace and simplicity of children. using our imagination to make vases, write tragedies, and sing songs dancing under the moon.
divine postman: how rewarding it is mvu to reap the sweetness of all the sacrifices you made for the love of letters.
mvuyisi: what is bitter in the beginning divine postman becomes sweeter with time. and like with every great relationship it grows more intimate.
divine postman: faith will move mountains my friend. the spirit lives and is as great a fact as the sun.
mvuyisi: the key is that we move forward with what we have learned, and not be discouraged by the sorrow we find.
divine postman: all loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt. neither vexations nor calamities abate our trust.
mvuyisi: we are always led by the hand of pallas athena. it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.
divine postman: time will compensate every loss and wipe every tear. nature will sustain a man’s dream.
mvuyisi: the condition for him is that he believes and leans on love. death my friend is a cycle of life.
divine postman: it is what clears away the old mvu, to make room for the new. setting a man free from the bondages of society, that he may live in his natural genius.
mvuyisi: it is better to die like a man than to live like a coward.