divine postman: every dream suffered for comes true thales. how simple and beautiful did nature ordain for life to be, commanding all men and women to be patient in love. our minds are renewed when we begin to listen to the song that the winds sing and the message the sun brings.
nature whispers in the heart of those who will wait and listen. the rushing mob do not have the ear of the sun, in all that they do they are ignorant of the glory in nature. these sweet dreams lull us to sleep, and teach many a truth about the snail, the tortoise, and the owl.
in like manner, there is throughout nature something mocking, something that leads us on and on, but arrives nowhere; keeps no faith with us. we are circles thales that go round and round, in and out like the sea. all promise outruns the performance.
thales: we live in a system of approximations. every end is prospective of some other end, which is also temporary; a round and final success nowhere. the soul has no end divine postman, it is always going through changes. we are encamped in nature, not domesticated; movement is the cause for knowledge.
hunger and thirst lead us on to eat and to drink. but bread and wine, mix and cook them how you will, leave us hungry and thirsty, after the stomach is full. they only bloat the belly but fail to nourish the bones.
it is the same with all our arts and performances my friend. our music, our poetry, our language itself are not satisfactions, but suggestions. they are means to an eternal end.
the hunger for wealth, which reduces the earth to a garden, fools the eager pursuer. what is the end sought divine postman? plainly to secure the ends of good sense and beauty, from the intrusion of deformity or vulgarity of any kind. but what an operose method my friend! what a train of means to secure a little conversation.
this palace of brick and stone, these servants, this kitchen, this furniture, these cars and clothes, private jets and vacations, this bank stock and file of mortgages, trade to all the world, villa by the river, jubilee yacht for a little conversation, high, clear and spiritual! could it not be had by beggars as well on the highway divine postman?
divine postman: no thales, all these things came from successive efforts of these beggars to remove friction from the wheels of life, and give opportunity. conversation, character, were the avowed ends.
the walls of a palace cannot speak my friend, it is the queen and king that will instruct the masses with their wisdom. a man or woman must be of greater honor than his or her estate.
wealth was good as it appeased the animal cravings, cured the leaking roof, silenced the creaking door, brought friends together in a warm quiet room, and kept the bicycle and the library in a different apartment. wealth did good thales to clothe, shelter, and give us means to read, write, and cycle.
thought, virtue, beauty, truth, justice were the ends; but it was known that men of thought and virtue sometimes had the headache, or wet feet, or could lose good time whilst the room was getting warm in winter days.
thus virtue, truth, beauty, thought and justice were lost sight of, as every succeeding generation became diseased with acquiring wealth. in their greed and avarice they imprison their children giving them an inheritance that is a yoke to the neck.
they never see what life has in store for them thales; their whole lives are spent maintaining houses, boats, helicopters, farms. for these are more easily acquired than gotten rid of.
unluckily, in the exertions necessary to remove these inconveniences, the main attention has been diverted to this object; the old aims thales have been lost sight of, and to remove friction has come to be the end. that is the ridicule of rich men and slumtown, matatiele, new york, paris, and now the governments generally of the world are cities and governments of the rich.
thales: and the masses are not men, but poor men drowning in debt, entertaining the illusion of offices, of titles, of colleges. in all that they do the masses conform and fear the truth in nature.
this is the ridicule of the class, that they arrive with great pains and sweat and fury nowhere, all their labors are in vain divine postman. no great monster is slewed, nor mountain climbed, nor river crossed; when all is done, it is for nothing, the soul did not transcend to the highest heaven of invention to taste the rapture of hera.
we ruin ourselves in forsaking the wisdom in nature. we can do nothing without her, our history lives in her bosom. oh! bring me the divinely simple rose my friend, that will put all the toils of men to shame with its splendor and beauty.
the rose, the snail, the owl disarm a man of all his pretense and strip him to his essence. the masses are like one who has interrupted the conversation of a great company of men to make his speech, and now has forgotten what he went to say.
the appearance strikes the eye everywhere of an aimless society, of aimless nations. were the ends of nature divine postman so great and congent as to exact this immense sacrifice of men? there is an oracle that we are called to find everyday floating above our heads like the comely clouds.
divine postman: heaven lives in the heart of every man. life is no guessing game thales. the air is full of phantoms which like vapors enter the eyes of keen sighted seers. there is a sign that apollo will give to those who follow the sun.
one will see while another will choose to remain ignorant. only the patient will endure, who align their footsteps with the moon. as all things are shaped around the sun, so it is that our entire existence will be shaped by our calling. the best words are spoken between two companions in silence. it is the breath of life in the soul thales that will speak to the heart of a stranger.
the mind of man holds all beauty, all truth, all justice, and all virtue. quite analogous to the deceits in life, there is, as might be expected, a similar effect on the eye from the face of external nature. there is in woods and waters a certain enticement and flattery my friend, together with a failure to yield present satisfaction.
thales: the journey of a day walking will bring great relief to the soul. i have seen the softness and beauty of the summer clouds floating feathery overhead, enjoying, as it seemed, their height and privilege of motion.
whilst yet they appeared not much the drapery of this place and hour, as forelooking to some pavilions and gardens of festivity beyond. the clouds write poetry every moment of everyday, though a distant miles away the heart feels the spirit they impart.
it is an odd jealousy divine postman, but the poet finds himself not near enough to his object. the pinetree, the river, the roses before him, the vegetables in the garden, does not seem to be nature. nature is still elsewhere. he has a deeper thirst to explore the mountains he beholds that command the landscape of matatiele.
this or this is but outskirt and far-off reflection and echo of the truimph that has passed by and is now at its glancing splendor and heyday, perchance in the neighboring fields, or, if you stand still in the field, then in the adjacent woods.
the present object divine postman shall give you this sense of stillness that follows a pageant which has just gone by. what splendid distance, what recesses of ineffable pomp and loveliness in the sunset! but who can go where they are my friend, or lay his hand or plant his foot thereon?
off they fall divine postman from the round world forever and ever. it is the same among the men and women as the silent trees; always a referred existence, an absence, never a presence and satisfaction. is that beauty can never be grasped? in persons and in landscapes is equally inaccessible?
divine postman: the accepted and betrothed lover has lost the wildest charm of his maiden in her acceptance of him. she was heaven while he pursued her as a star: she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one as low as he.
we love the mystery that we can never solve; but move closer and closer toward it with time. we think to have solved the sphinx thales only to learn that she had set us free that we may see the depths of her infinite splendor, and grow ever rich in her presence.
let a man’s worth not be judged by all the meaningless wealth he has acquired, but by how much of his life he has given to serve others selfelssly. the gods will raise those who are content with simplicity, and desire only to have their daily bread, their daily books, and their daily walk.
everything is dual thales, and suggests another to make it whole. as the body is nourished with food and water, so too the spirit needs to be nourished by wisdom. and as a mother will make sure that her child takes his medicine when sick, so too it is that the spirit of nature will compel a man to fulfill divine convictions.
thales: it is the tremblings of justice that cause us to commit ourselves daily to a purpose bigger and grander than who we are. the spirit of man lives as the body also lives. all inspiration for greatness divine postman comes from the tongues of the spirit. all men and women desire to be rich through neglecting the glory of the human soul.
oh! such fools, wise athena makes of men and women. through her mortal men are famed or unfamed, sung or unsung alike. for easily she makes strong the meek, and easily she brings the strong man low; easily she humbles the proud my friend, and raises the obscure.
and easily she straightens the crooked and blasts the proud. she is a nurse to the young and bestows true riches, for surely the power is with her. so true and everlasting are her ways. what shall we say divine postman of this omnipresent appearance of that first projectile impulse, of this flattery and balking of so many well-meaning creatures?
must we not suppose somewhere in the universe a slight treachery and derision? are we not engaged to a serious resentment of this use that is made of us? are we tickled trout, and fools of nature? one look at the face of heaven and earth lays all petulance at rest, and soothes us to wiser convictions.
divine postman: to the intelligent, nature converts itself into a vast promise, and will not be rashly explained; but will unfold her purpose through a man’s obedience. oh! how simple our lives become with wisdom. hardest of all labors thales is to learn to wait for the glory you will receive.
the secret of nature is untold. many and many an oedipus arrives! he has the whole mystery teeming in his brain. alas! the same sorcery has spoiled his skill.
no syllable can he shape on his lips. her mighty orbit vaults like the fresh rainbow into the deep. but no archangel’s wings my friend was yet strong enough to follow it and report of the return of the curve.
meaningless, meaningless are all things my friend, no man will ever exhaust the wisdom in nature. she veils her beauty as we chase her shadows. and smiles to mock us, as she leaves another rose in our hands.
but it also appears that our actions are seconded and disposed to greater conclusions than we intended. we know not how great we are; it is only time that will bring our glory to life. all men are poor by their doing thales, they fear to die to themselves and in quiet desperation hold on to all the fetters of life.
thales: we are escorted on every hand through life by spiritual agents, and a beneficent purpose lies in wait for us. we cannot bandy words with nature divine postman, or deal with her as we deal with persons.
if we measure our individual forces against hers we may easily feel as if we were the sport of an insuperable destiny. but if, instead of identifying ourselves with the work, we feel that the soul of the workman streams through us, we shall find the peace of the morning star dwelling first in our hearts.
and the fathomless powers of gravity and chemistry, over them, of life pre-existing within us in their highest form. iAM convinced divine postman that all truth, all wisdom, all beauty, and all virtue lives in nature.
it is a stream of everlasting life that flows through the mind, body, and spirit of man. shaping him, ordering him, and adopting him, if he so obeys. nature will always give us more than what we asked for my friend; so gracious, so kind, so loving. fortune follows the patient.
only those who remain faithful to the end will receive their crown. we suffer for our glory my friend although we do not know when it will come. it is faith alone divine postman that will move every mountain.
we may judge of a man’s wisdom by his hope. the active study of history, philosophy, and poetry will yield astonishing results; they will teach us not only to live well but to die well.
divine postman: we found faith thales in the arms of love. let none stand before the mighty thunderbolt, but obey the voice of apollo. the earth roars, the heavens thunder, the mountains are on fire.
iAM the conquering lion,- i command heaven to explode in glory, oh! come alive. let this voice echo in all nations apollo from the rising to the setting of the sun, and be a guide unto the young and old.
we need men and women who will be incharge of their own learning thales, and move by faith, not by sight. we can only be wise when we overcome all our fears. oh! death, oh! poverty, where is thy sting? hera will thunder once in the meek heart thales, and command a man’s obedience throughout his whole life.
for great is her glory, and worthy of every loss suffered for her presence. the ways of love will take time to be fulfilled, for athena will mould and order the soul, that it may be wise and handle the immortal glory of the crown.
thales: the bad repute of learning is ascribed to the ignorance of the masses because they go about their knowledge in the wrong way; they learn for material gain and not for spiritual transformation.
a great education divine postman can only be gained in nature; and has to be paid for according to nature’s lawful coin. the egyptians aligned their minds with the great star, and proved to the whole of mankind that nature’s laws are everlasting, as they grant victory to the faithful.
given the way that children are taught, it is no wonder divine postman, that neither students nor their teachers become more capable though they make themselves more erudite.
in truth, mothers and fathers send their children to school that they will be furnished with knowledge, not understanding: and boast about them being more learned than other children in the village. nobody talks about judgement or virtue.
divine postman: when someone passes by, try exclaiming, ‘oh, what a learned man!’ and of another, ‘oh, what a good man!’ our people will not fail to turn their gaze respectfully towards the first. there ought to be a third exclamation thales, ‘oh, what blockheads!’
we are eager to inquire: ‘does he have a degree?’ ‘what office has he been installed in?’ but what matters most my friend is what we put last: has he grown in wisdom; what will he do with the wisdom that he has gained; will he give it to mankind or keep it all to himself?
our schools and colleges work merely to fill the memory, leaving the understanding and the conscience empty. just as birds sometimes go in search of grain, carrying it in their beak without tasting it to give a beakful to their young.
so our pedants thales go foraging in books for knowledge and lodge it on the edge of their lips. only to spit it out and scatter it to the winds. but what is worse, their students and their little charges are not nourished and fed by it either.
thales: it is passed from hand to hand for the sole purpose of showing it off, entertaining others with it. and adding up amounts of it in this or that head, like coinage that is useful only for adding up and throwing away.
people have been deceived divine postman by these colleges and sell their souls for material riches. they lose their manhood and womanhood as they sacrifice their natural genius for a great illusion.
it is only in their old age my friend, that these college fools will awaken to the sustenance of nature. the offices they worship will destroy their minds and bodies and spit them out into retirement.
they will recruit their children to serve institutions and subject them to their ignorance, thinking that schooling holds all the answers. i believe, that what makes us learned divine postman is what we know now,- not what we once knew any more than what we will know someday.
divine postman: let us always remain rooted in solitude thales, that we may meditate on the nature of things remaining obedient to the commands of time.
fortune commands great wisdom, she can easily ruin the impatient heart as she will easily raise the enduring mind. athena will prepare the patient heart, that it will know whom to richly bless, and whom to subject to famine. for her will thales is fulfiled through man.
if the housekeepers who cook, clothe, and clean, along with the shepherds, and the gardeners, who embody the wisdom in nature could change their perception, they will be stunned when they receive the revelation telling of their great fortune.
hera has twisted this world around thales, and mocks us with all her secrecy. she places appearances before wisdom, that those who yearn for the truth will search and find the riches that she blows in our face everyday, which nourish and sustain both mind and body.
there is one condition that she will place before us in order to see the treasure we fumble everyday in our hands. and this is to suffer for her knowledge. nature will not bend her eternal laws for man, nothing is given in her, all things are sold.
so cruel are the gods to man thales, but their ways are justified in the end. nature will equip us with all that we need to prosper creating a sublime future. oh! hera how you strip a man of all things, that you will build your everlasting kingdom within.
thales: today men and women divine postman are the parrots of other men’s thinking, and rely not on their own judgement. they take the opinions and knowledge of others into their keeping, possessing them. but never applying them in practice. it is an age of accumulation of facts, and possessions; but not of action.
it is as though someone needed a fire my friend, went next door to get a light, found a big blaze there and stayed to warm himself, forgetting any to take back home. we come to understanding when we use the power of decision making; wisest of all man is he who acts on what he knows.
let our decisions be aligned with our purpose. our greatness is in solitude. it is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion divine postman; it is easy in solitude to live after our own. nature commands that we be as solitary as the golden star, that we may hear her voice purely.
if you shape your life around nature my friend, you will never be poor; if according to people’s opinions, you will never be rich. nature’s wants are small but great in purpose, while those of opinion are limitless, and end in a squirrel track. what i must do divine postman is all that concerns me, not what the people think.
this rule equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. it is the harder divine postman because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it.
we let ourselves lean so heavily on other men’s arms that we anhillate our own powers. our perception is muddied as we listen to the noise. we lose our manhood and independence when we reject the whispers in our heart.
divine postman: let every man follow his heart and live for the love of his calling; let us not reason with love thales, but obey the word she has uttered in the soul.
every mind is unique, therefore to imitate is suicide. let us create a better world than the ruins that mothers and fathers have left behind. a world that is rooted in nature’s truth.
the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. even if we could be learned with other men’s learning thales, we absolutely cannot be wise with any wisdom but our own.
if our learning does not make our soul move with a better motion, if it does not give us healthier judgement, then it would be better my friend if we spend our time herding goats, and sheep, and cattle, as they will impart greater truth than the knowledge of books.
but after their fifteen or sixteen years of study just look at the young person thales! there is nothing so unfit for use; the only improvement you can see in him is that his qualifications have made him more conceited and more arrogant than when he left home.
he ought to have brought back a full soul; he brings back a swollen one; he has merely inflated it instead of enlarging it. they learn to boost their egos but have absolutely no clew about life. college degrees will not solve broken marriages, there is no formula to raise a noble son.
it is dangerous to be ignorant of nature’s eternal providence thales, and be deceived into thinking that the wicked dollar grows your food, and pumps the blood in your veins. all that i see in the city is poverty, and prisoners who are chained to appearances. i find fortune and freedom in the mountains of matatiele.
thales: the uneasiness which the thought of our helplessness in the chain of causes ocassions us, results from looking too much at one condition of nature, namely, motion. but the drag is never taken from the wheel divine postman. wherever the impulse exceeds, the rest or identity insinuates its compensation.
all over the wide fields of earth grows the prunella or self heal my friend. after every foolish day we sleep off the fumes and furies of its hours; and though we are always engaged with particulars, and often enslaved to them, we bring with us to every experiment the innate universal laws.
these, while they exist in the mind as ideas, stand around us in nature forever embodied, a present sanity to expose and cure the insanity of men. our servitude to particulars divine postman betrays into a hundred foolish expectations. we anticipate a new era from the invention of a locomotive, or an aeroplane; the new engine brings with it the old checks.
they say that by electromagnetism your salad shall be grown from the seed whilst your fowl is roasting for dinner. it is a symbol of our modern aims and endeavors, of our condensation and acceleration of objects. but nothing is gained divine postman; nature cannot be cheated.
man’s life is but seventy salads long, grow they swift or grow they slow, he is to complete them. time will not change her laws regardless of what invention she has granted to men. the invention of the locomotive, the aeroplane, the macintosh, the smartphone and the internet seem to be great revolutions.
but without the wisdom of nature they are meaningless. man must study the rose my friend to use these inventions wisely, that he will not ruin his health and character, with this radical technology.
divine postman: the simplicity of the i-phone with all its conveniences compels us to always follow nature, and learn that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. in these checks and impossibilities however we find our advantage, not less in the impulses. let the victory fall where it will thales, we are on that side.
and the knowledge that we traverse the whole scale of being, from the centre to the poles of nature, and have some stake in every possibility, lends that sublime lustre to death, which philosophy and religion have too outwardly and literally striven to express in the popular doctrine of the immortality of the soul.
the reality is more excellent than the report my friend. here is no ruin, no discontinuity, no spent ball. the divine circulations never rest nor linger. nature is the incarnation of a thought thales, and turns to a thought again, as ice becomes water and gas.
the world is mind precipitated, and the volatile essence is forever escaping again into the state of free thought. hence the virtue and pungency of the influence on the mind of natural objects thales, whether inorganic or organized. man imprisoned, man crystallized, man vegetative, speaks to man impersonated.
that power which does not respect quantity, which makes the whole and the particle its equal channel, delegates its smile to the morning, and distils its essence into every drop of rain. every moment instructs thales, and every object also: for wisdom is infused into every form.
it has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not understand its essence thales until after a long time. it is what delivered us in every storm my friend, and made us bolder in strength and gracious in faith.
thales: in that fine education, that xenophon ascribed to the persians, we find that they taught their children virtue just as other nations teach letters. plato says divine postman, that the eldest son in their royal succession was brought up as follows.
at birth he was entrusted not to women but to eunuchs, holding highest authority in the king’s entourage on account of their virtue. they took charge of making his body fair and healthy. after seven years they taught him horse-riding and hunting.
when he reached fourteen they put him in the hands of four men divine postman: the wisest, the most just, the most temperate, and the most valiant man in the nation. the first taught him religion; the second, to be always truthful; the third, to make him master of his appetites; the fourth, to fear nothing.
it is a thing worthy of great consideration divine postman, that in lycurgus’ excellent form of government, one truly prodigious in its perfection, despite the emphasis on the education of children as the state’s principal responsibility, little mention is made of learning.
divine postman: as if those high-souled youths, disdaining any yoke except that of virtue, had to be provided not with professors but with masters of valor, prudence, and virtue. their teaching consisted in posing questions about their judgements of men and their actions.
if the pupils thales condemned or praised this or that person or action they had to reason out what they said. by this means my friend they sharpened their understanding while also learning what is right. there are no shortcuts to true learning,- the soul knows only the long way round.
the seasons have to complete their full course in us; when learning is properly done thales it can only teach us wisdom, integrity, and resolution. we gain nothing meaningful in studying letters; nature’s education is imparted through experience. and our understanding is revealed when we act on all that we have learned.
it will take four winters, four summers, four spings, and four autumns to transform the human soul, that wisdom becomes a natural possession. on the fifth turn of the seasons abundance will manifest. the riches of faith will surpass all our dreams.
and boast of her victory, proclaiming, “this is my daughter whom i love.” nature will teach us her great secrets by first engaging the body in order to stimulate the mind. the glory of the mind is mirrored by the beauty in the body. for beauty adorns virtue.
thales: on the contrary divine postman our children are taught for the school-room, not for life. they know the theory of everything but not how to put it into practice. ignorance begins with accumulating facts without experience. our children can solve for x, but cannot solve for life.
everyday they wake up in the morning and waste all their time growing in their memory but degenerating in their soul. book-learning is kept in credit by fathers and mothers because the only goal that is set before it is job security and financial security.
in essence parents who will send their children to school and fail to teach them on their own, lead a relatively conservative life and are trapped in a deadly routine. money is not a shelter divine postman; wisdom is the refuge that will sustain a man throughout his whole life.
it will radically transform the mind and body empowering it to endure whatever conditions, that it is confronted with. our age does not yield any great genius because parents project their fears on their children, and confine them to dogma.
thus men suffer amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,- a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.
to a man who has no knowledge of what is good divine postman all other knowledge is harmful.
divine postman: now that so many are learned, it is good men that we lack thales, who will not only think well but act well. i liken all those who call themselves graduates to the inhabitants of ancient greek cities, excepting sparta.
in athens my friend one learned to talk well; in sparta to act well. in athens they learned to disentangle themselves from bad arguments and confront the imposture of trickily intertwined words.
in sparta to disentangle oneself from the snares of sensual pleasure and to boldly confront the menaces of fortune and death. athenians were busy with words thales; spartans with things. in athens there was a continuous exercise of the tongue; in sparta a continuous exercise of the soul.
when agesilaus invites xenophon to send his sons to be brought up in sparta, it is not to learn rhetoric or dialectic there thales; but to learn the finest science there is, namely the science of obeying and commanding. it is good to wait until that lonestar breaks from the loving mountain.