divine postman: let us not judge but always seek to understand. first we listen then we speak. everything begins with a question seneca; whoever fails to question things will never understand.
the proverbs of all nations which are the literature of reason, or the statements of absolute truth without qualification, become a guide to a man’s life- leading him to love.
proverbs, like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary of intuitions. they embody the immortal truth of nature. that which the droning world, chained to appearances, will not allow the realist to say in his own words my friend. it will suffer him to say in proverbs without contradiction.
seneca: when knowledge dies in us, so do we die. we neglect what is important; instead of giving ourselves to lifelong learning divine postman, we engage in meaningless labors, we never think about what can we give to a stranger. we choose to die in toxic relationships trading our souls for family, houses and cars.
proverbs, whose teaching is as true and omnipresent as that of birds and flies, are hourly preached in all markets, in all neighbourhoods, and in every village. proverbs are the invisible hand of love that bind all mankind.
all things are double my friend, one against another,-tit for tat; an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth; blood for blood; measure against measure; love for love.
give and it shall be given. he that watereth will be watered. what will you have? quoth love; pay for it and take it. to be rich is to have power over your time divine postman. institutions do not allow men time to think and to reason, thus the masses remain ignorant.
nothing venture divine postman, nothing have. you will receive compensation exactly for what you have given your life to. no more, no less. whoever does not use his hands and feet with purpose and meaning will lose his power. a man is a becoming creator.
divine postman: it is the life in the word that will save a generation. upon forsaking all worldly relations for the pursuit of knowledge, objections and criticisms will come rushing in. but patience will weather every storm seneca. she will cast fear to the winds, set the mind free and build an enduring kingdom within.
every pure and wise spirit will be misunderstood. however, the slow effect of our noble deeds will justify us when the seasons complete their work in renovating the soul. the force of character is cummulative.
harm watch, harm catch. curses always recoil on the head of him who imprecates them. if you put a chain around the neck of your servant, the other end fastens itself around your own. bad counsel confounds the adviser. the devil is an ass. it is thus written my friend because it is thus in life.
we aim at a petty end quite aside from the universal good, but our act arranges itself by irresistable magnetism in a line with the poles of the world. to live a contented life is to master the art of patience seneca. all things in nature are commanded to wait.
the moon had to wait until september 11 to light up the skies in maluti, matatiele. the stars have to wait for the sun to rest in the sea before hera opens their door. before the birds welcome a new dawn they will wait for the stars to complete their allotted time in guarding the sky with their divine knowledge. wisdom is the golden star that gives light to all mankind.
seneca: we have to make sacrifices of ourselves to preserve the human race. we are to write books, paint pictures, sing songs that will guide the future generations divine postman. let all men lay down their lives as prometheus did for the love of mankind.
the changes in the sky from morning to noon and from noon to night, teach us the fleeting nature of all things beneath the sun.
our time is limited. the more we seek to possess of life the more we lose it. yet as we let go and move by faith we begin to enjoy every moment my friend. a man cannot speak but he judges himself. with his will or against his will he draws his portrait to the eye of his companions by every word.
every opinion reacts on him who utters it. it is a thread-ball thrown at a mark, but the other end remains in the thrower’s bag. let us transform our expectations into appreciation. we all have a target that we aim at divine postman, and to reach our destiny is to be grateful for the small things.
let us make peace with our calling and obey the commands of every season. it is athena that will choose a man to sing the song of the god of the silver bow, to the whole of mankind. a believing love will relieve us of a vast load of care.
divine postman: a man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots whose flower and fruitage is the world seneca. his faculties refer to natures out of him and predict the world he is to inhabit.
as the fins of a fish foreshow that water exists, or the wings of an eagle in the egg pre-suppose the existence of air, so it is that the vision given to us seneca will create a divine kingdom. over all things that are agreeable to his nature and genius the man has the highest right.
everywhere he may take what belongs to his spiritual estate. nor can he take anything else though all doors were open, nor can all the force of men hinder him from taking so much. it is vain to attempt to keep a secret from one who has a right to know it. it will tell itself.
that mood into which a friend can bring us is his dominion over us. to the thoughts of that state of mind he has a right. all the secrets of that state of mind he can compel. we attract what we think about. the spirit communicates through emotion, the language of the body.
seneca: let us not shun suffering for it is where wisdom is gained. we are to persevere for our truth. and be the compass pointing men to the glory in the human soul. nature will not compromise her truth divine postman!
whilst the world will be whole and refuses to be disparted we seek to act partially, and consequently we suffer unnecessary burdens divine postman. there can never be two masters that rule the heart. nature will restore a man’s soul; cities, buildings, institutions, homes, and families will kill a man’s soul.
nothing seems so easy as to speak and to be understood. yet a man may come to find that the strongest of defences and of ties, that he has been misunderstood; and he who has received an opinion my friend may come to find it the most inconvenient of bonds.
if a teacher have any opinion which he wishes to conceal, his pupils will become as fully indoctrinated into that as into any which he publishes. if you pour water into a vessel twisted into coils and angles, it is vain to say, i will pour it only into this or that my friend; it will find its level in all.
men feel and act the consequences of your doctrine without being able to show how they follow divine postman. show us a fragment of a truth, and a great poet will discover the whole truth. we are always reasoning from the seen to the unseen. hence the perfect intelligence that subsists between wise men of remote ages.
a man cannot bury his meanings in his book, but time and like-minded men will find them. aristotle had a secret doctrine, had he? what secret can he conceal from the eyes of alexander, montaigne, and shakespeare? therefore plutarch said of his works, they are published and not published.
divine postman: let every man carry the weight of his life on his shoulders. everything in our life happens for a reason seneca. all suffering, all loss, all disappointment point us toward our purpose. there is meaning in the selfless work that we do.
the fine young people despise life, they lose their natural genius behind closed doors. they care not about the beauty of the sunrise seneca, or treasure the coming of the moon. how can the bird that is born for joy sit in a cage and sing? how can a child, when fears annoy? but droop his tender wing, and forget his youthful spring!
i love to rise in a spring morn, when the birds sing outside my window, the distant poet winds his horn, and the sky lark sings with me: o what sweet company. eternity is in love with the productions of time my friend.
i am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone and i should relish every hour and what it brought me, the potluck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room. i am thankful for small mercies. i compared notes seneca with one of my cousins who expects everything but is not prepared to give anything.
he is disappointed when anything is less than the best. i found that i begin at the other extreme, expecting nothing, and am always full of thanks for moderate goods.
i accept the clangour and jangle of contrary tendencies. in the morning i awake and find the old world, mountains, trees, birds, the old man in the garden. at noon i find children, women doing their washing, plants growing steady, maluti and matatiele.
the dear old spiritual world and even the dear devil not far off. if we will take the good we find my friend, without asking questions, we will have heaping measures. all things on earth conform to the seasons. time will give men what they invest in it.
the great gifts are not got by analysis. everything good is on the highway. the middle region of our being is our temperate zone. it is best to be passionate and rejected than lukewarm and accepted.
we may climb into the thin and cold realm of schools, offices, and houses or sink into the never ending depths of sensation. between these extremes seneca is the equator of life, of thought, of spirit, of poetry,- a straight and narrow belt. let us be certain in our action, walking with conviction in every right step.
seneca: break the rules a bit, question things; step outside your comfort zone. this life will move you divine postman with every step outside. one mode of the divine teaching is the incarnation of the spirit in a form,- in forms, like my own. i live in society, with persons who answer to thoughts in my own mind, or express a certain obedience to the great instincts to which i live.
as i take my daily walk, i meditate on the truth of plato’s word. i relate more to the wisdom of socrates, than the folly of parents. i see the presence of my thinking in the journeys of xenephon. i am certified of a common nature; and these other souls, these seperated selves, draw me as nothing else can.
they stir in me the new emotions we call passion; of love, hatred, fear, admiration, pity; thence come conversation, competition, persuasion, cities, and war. persons are supplementary to the primary teachings of the soul.
divine postman: in youth we are mad for persons. childhood and youth see all the world in them. there are no limits to the mind of a child seneca. as we age, we give in to fears, losing the nonchalance of youth, we never enjoy anything purely. life loses the sweetness of honey, and turns sour in the mouth with marriage, kids, and work.
persons themselves acquaint us with the impersonal. in all conversation between two persons tacit reference is made, as to a third party, to a common nature. that third party or common nature is not social; it is impersonal; is love.
and so in groups where debate is earnest, and especially on high questions, the company become aware that the thought rises to an equal level in all bosoms, that all have a spiritual property in what was said, as well as the sayer.
they all become wiser than they were. it arches over them like a temple my friend, this unity of thought in which every heart beats with nobler sense of power and duty, and thinks and acts with unusual solemnity. all are conscious of attaining to a higher self-possession seneca. it shines for all.
there is a certain wisdom of humanity which is common to the greatest men with the lowest, and which our ordinary education often labors to silence and obstruct. the mind is one my friend, and the best minds, who love truth for its own sake, think much less of property in truth.
they accept it thankfully everywhere, and do not label or stamp it with any man’s name, for it is theirs long beforehand, and from eternity. the learned and the studious of thought seneca have no monopoly of thought. their violence of direction in some degree disqualifies them to think truly.
seneca: everything that was given will return to its source. we need not fret and fume giving our hearts to endless worries. the purpose we have been called to fulfil divine postman will come to life when the seasons have completed their course.
we owe many valuable observations to people who are not very acute or profound my friend. and who say the thing without effort which we want and have long been hunting in vain. the action of the soul is oftener in that which is felt and left unsaid than in that which is said in any conversation.
it broods over every society, and they unconsciously seek for it in each other. we know better than we do. we do not yet possess ourselves divine postman and we know at the same time that we are much more. to know yourself is to discover that love has no end. all that we do conforms to the law of infinity; be careful what you choose to do.
divine postman: i feel the same truth how often in my countless conversations with the people that i meet seneca, that somewhat in each of us overlooks this by-play, and hera nods to hera behind each of us.
the manifestations of excellence will be pleasant in themselves. they are also both good and noble. excellence is a habit seneca that is mastered through consistency. there must be a full term of years for greatness to manifest; for one swallow or one fine day does not make spring.
the best thing in our education system is boarding school. it creates a framework of community that will remain with the lads well into their manhood. they learn to share and to communicate seneca. it matters not what distant home you come from, every relationship is formed through character.
we are forced to socialize with one another and create a conducive environment for growth. everyday we engage in sports, learning, and conversation. everyone is equal when we run barefoot kicking the football. parents and home slowly leave our minds, we learn to be. and discover there is a home within, that we share with all those whom we meet.