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.



pii: animals hold the power of sensation divine postman.

divine postman: they know the language of love although they do not speak they understand.

pii: unlike the mechanical man who never learns his ignorance; wherever you go in the world creatures of the earth will exhibit the same behaviour.

divine postman: a cock crows whether it is in england or south africa. however, man on the other hand, is never stable but continually swirling in the storm of conflicting passions that drive him to and fro.

pii: i find greater distance friend between man and man than between beast and beast. it is a wonder that everything but ourselves is praised for its own qualities.

divine postman: we praise a lion for its swift and nimble feet; a peacock for its sublime colors. but man is judged according to his wealth, fame, or power not on the nobility of his character.

pii: upon meeting someone, let us first ask: is he wise, lord over himself; not afraid of poverty, death, or shackles.

firm against passions; disdaining honors; wholly self-contained; like a smooth round sphere that no foreign objects can adhere to and invulnerable to the attacks of fortune.

divine postman: on such a man or woman nature will set no limits, space or time. she will grant them divine power and an empire without end. their glory will endure as the years of a tree.

pii: compare him with the city dolls who are ridden by the routine of their employments. there is greater distance between the city dolls and the contented man than between earth and sky.

divine postman: today pii the better part of man is mowed to the ground. institutions use man and woman alike as compost to maximize their profits.

pii: we no longer celebtate the glory in man divine postman but honor meaningless homes. we have adopted the thinking of institutions and no longer trust in our own natural thought.

divine postman: man is not thinking pii neither is he living; he is always postponing and moulds his existence on a paycheck.

pii: life my friend is too precious to be wasted. i sacrificed all i had in denmark to travel the world over.

divine postman: we settle for relationships that are killing us pii; and find comfort in homes that bring no joy.

pii: all i ever wanted divine postman is to be free. i risked it all to know how it feels to fly; i hope my wings do not fail me now.

divine postman: not all those who wander are lost, heaven is a place we know. our footsteps are guided by the moon.

pii: it is love that moves the sun and the gracious clouds. and as it moves the great light so it lives in my heart.


wendy: an overdose of the city erodes a man’s soul divine postman!

divine postman: if buildings fell wendy at least we would be in matrimony.

wendy: all men would be in harmony with nature’s laws and there would be no need for great struggles.

divine postman: when we are always hopping in and out of cars, and running into airconditioned buildings our behaviour will be mechanical.

wendy: is it so bad then my friend, that in our age man makes no room for expression?

divine postman: how does the poet live in the midst of so much noise? the mass of man wendy live according to what they see and do not have faith in what they feel.

wendy: let our lives centre around our art divine postman. every art has an interest, for which the art has to consider and provide.

divine postman: and the interest of every art is the perfection of it. the perfection of the art is the perfection of the individual.

wendy: perhaps man can see himself through the eyes of the mona lisa. or maybe through the eyes of the sistine chapel or the school of athens.

divine postman: and come to learn that without hurry and without rest, the human spirit goes forth constantly expressing its thought.

wendy: the poet who is called by love to be the messenger must pursue freedom. and cast off all chains imposed upon him by the folly of his parents.

divine postman: he must trust in his natural genius; as he sets himself free so will he set many others on archangel wings.

wendy: let him abandon all that is matter and all riches in the spirit will be his to behold.

we can only begin to make art friend when the hand is one with the spirit. we are all poets, writers, painters, photographers and travelers.

divine postman: if only we can have the patience to allow nature to teach us. she moves all men with her invisible hand and charms us with her infinite variety.

let the poet have faith in his craft and dwell in mountains of solitude, translating that which the sea and the bleeting sheep whisper to him.

wendy: the soul can only create from a pure place when it is free.

divine postman: we must uphold our given lot by athena, through unwearyimg patience and faith.

wendy: what i feel divine postman every woman feels. thus i must chant the feeling in my heart, as the cock crows loud in the morning to welcome a new dawn.

divine postman: it is phenomenal my friend how these humble creatures know the glory of the sun.

wendy: does it not say divine postman that for man to inherit the ends of the earth, he is to live simply?

divine postman: wisdom dwells in the mind and the heart that is simple. the poet is the prophet of the sun, he makes known the end before the beginning.

wendy: he is the golden star, shepherding the night to the break of dawn.

divine postman: let all men make their bed on the ground to hear of things to come.

wendy: the earth is a messenger, and the fire that burns below will kindle a man’s heart.

on my right hand divine postman i hold the sun and on my left hand i hold the moon.

divine postman: mighty orion is my guardian teaching me to always have confidence in history.

there is a relation wendy between the hours of our life and the centuries of time.

wendy: if the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.


nosolomzi: what is becoming of our men and women divine postman?

divine postman: they have forsaken love nosolomzi and run mad after the dollar. our actions as a society are mechanical and not natural.

nosolomzi: we fail to explore the immortal beauty within. and never behold the wonders of the human soul.

divine postman: there are more treasures in the imagination than can be mined in gold fields.

nosolomzi: the mass of man are poor because they are lazy to think. they limit their learning to the years that they spend in schooling.

divine postman: true learning, which nourishes not only the human mind but the human soul, is a lifetime endeavor.

nosolomzi: the learning in schools is motivated by the attainment of a reward; but the instructing of the soul is inspired by love.

divine postman: the human soul is constantly active and desires growth.

nosolomzi: we begin to reason nosolomzi with our hands and feet. and thus the more movement we encompass, the  more knowledge we gain.

divine postman: as we climb into cars and sit in our offices, and thereafter coming home to sit on couches, our minds become stagnant.

nosolmozi: when we fail to use our hands and feet effectively we will become lazy in our thinking.

divine postman: the body is given unto man nosolomzi that he may use it for the wealth of his brain. what we do instead is abuse it with narcotics and food.

nosolmzi: the mind can never be wealthy, when the body is not healthy. strength is taken out of strong things when we seek to act partially.

divine postman: we neglect the needs of the body. independence is being in control of your body.

nosolmzi: let us exercise power over what we eat divine postman. our food must not interfere with the optimism of nature.

divine postman: our life might be much easier and simpler than we make it.

nosolmzi: that the world might be a happier place than it is. that there is no need for convulsions and despairs.

divine postman: we hold the power to deliver ourselves from our tribulations nosolomzi.

nosolomzi: we miscreate our own evils divine postman by not standing up for what we believe in.

divine postman: whenever we get this vantage ground of the past, or of a wiser mind in the present, we are able to discern that we are begirt with laws which execute themselves.


rhibela: tell me about the meaning of all your travels divine postman.

divine postman: iAM grateful for every experience rhibela that life has given me no matter how painful; my travels have made me the man iAM today.

above all rhibela my journies are teaching me that the time that we have on this earth is fleeting. and what people will remember is how much of yourself you gave.

rhibela: in life we must walk by faith divine postman not by sight. things do not make sense looking forward friend. but when you look backward everything falls perfectly into place.

divine postman: there is strength in the darkness that we fear rhibela.

rhibela: it is in those darkest hours that we see our truest selves. the indignation which arms itself with secret forces does not awaken until we are stung and pricked and sorely assailed.

divine postman: we draw upon strength that we never conceived that we had. we can only learn how to get up when we fall.

rhibela: hence it is, that we can only learn through suffering. whoever sits on cushions of advantage will fall to sleep.

divine postman: there can only be change in our life when we are prepared to suffer.

rhibela: for the child to be born the mother will suffer birth pains.

divine postman: but oh! how she weeps with joy when the child is born.

rhibela: the suffering within divine postman will manifest the rose without.

divine postman: everything is a come-up rhibela one must be prepared to start from rock-bottom to find his kingdom.

rhibela: we build that we may share. as we give and grow, we tell our story, and come to learn that emotion connects us all.

and thus my suffering belongs not only to me but to the entire human race. what at any time has befallen me, you can understand.

divine postman: it is only life’s sorrows that can bind us together.

rhibela: let sorrow be the anchor in our lives friend and not frivolous times.

divine postman: i find sorrow rhibela in my mind most times. reminding me of all the mountains i have climbed, and the darknes that i did overcome.

rhibela: amor vincit omnia.


old man ndlovu: in my younger days divine postman, i used to run these streets.

divine postman: you were chasing them pretty girls, old man ndlovu, and always finding your confidence in liquor.

old man ndlovu: you speak as though you were one with me divine postman. what i learned however, is that, although the life i lived might seem appealing to the youth, it is not sustainable.

divine postman: it is a fabrication and a distortion of reality. you were portraying an image that seeked approval from your peers.

old man ndlovu: i was not living, i was chasing shadows. today it is this girl, tomorrow it is desiring that car, and the day after, that awesome outfit.

divine postman: oh! what a facade it was old man ndlovu, the eyes can never have enough of seeing. just, as the tongue and the ear, can never have their fill of tasting and hearing.

old man ndlovu: it was a fool’s life that i lived divine postman; in all i did i was rejecting my trueself by always seeking to conform.

old man ndlovu: all men create an illusion in their hearts, which they eventually attract with their mind. they fail to understand, that they do not have long to live.

divine postman: i believe it is only suffering friend that can break our illusions, and anchor us to the reality of nature’s laws.

old man ndlovu: and you can choose divine postman, to either accept the truth; or fight it.

divine postman: but one must keep in mind that water can never run uphill, a rope of sand cannot be twisted and you can never kick a rock without getting bruised.

old man ndlovu: in my old age divine postman, i have come to learn that wisdom is a most noble pursuit; the young must keep their gaze on her.

divine postman: our joy is in proportion to our wisdom, old man ndlovu.

old man ndlovu: without wisdom there can be no understanding. to find joy with the dollar you need wisdom.

divine postman: the man who has sacrificed all things for knowledge, wisdom, and discipline will bring joy to many.

old man: he is the rustle of the corn, the song of a river, and the strength of the aloe.

divine postman: just as the snowball will melt when we bring it indoors, and the aloe will die upon planting it in damp climate, so will a man die in comfort.




emerson: there is no great and no small.

divine postman: to the soul that maketh all.

emerson: and where it cometh all things are.

divine postman: and it cometh everywhere.

emerson: iAM owner of the firmament. of the immortal stars and the strength of the aloe.

divine postman: iAM owner of alexander’s hand. and zoroaster’s brain.

emerson: of xenophon’s heart and montaigne’s strain.


divine postman: there is one mind common to all individual men.

emerson: every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. let him believe in his natural genius.

divine postman: and dedicate everyday of his life to his lofty thought. he that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate.

emerson: what plato has thought divine postman, you may think. what a saint has felt, you may feel.

divine postman: all things move according to the knowledge that is in them friend. what at anytime has befallen any man, you can understand emerson.

emerson: who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done. let him embrace suffering and he will dwell in glory.

divine postman: for suffering is the only and sovereign agent when a man desires to create change in his life. through patience all riches are found.


emerson: of the works of this universal mind, history is the record. its genius is illustrated by the entire series of days.

divine postman: man is explicable emerson by nothing less than all his history. the great deeds of men in history teach that one must never be comfortable; but should always challenge himself.

emerson: without hurry divine postman, without rest, the human spirit goes forth from the beginning to embody every faculty, every thought.

divine postman: and every emotion which belongs to it, in appropriate events. how perfect is the human spirit when it is moved by nature. but the thought is always prior to the fact.

emerson: all the facts of history divine postman pre-exist in the mind as laws.

divine postman: each law emerson in turn is made by circumstances predominant, and the limits of nature give power to but one at a time.

emerson: a man is the whole encyclopaedia of facts divine postman. the creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

divine postman: the whole of nature is embodied in man. and egypt, persia, sparta, rome, britain and america lie folded already in the first man.

emerson: epoch after epoch divine postman, camp, kingdom, empire, republic, democracy, are merely the application of his manifold spirit to the manifold world.

divine postman: nature will glorify him who is obedient to her precepts.

emerson: through obedience divine postman we grow in faith. all is possible when you believe. the time that we have is limited let us live in love.


divine postman: this human mind wrote history, and this must read it. the sphinx emerson, must solve her own riddle.

emerson: if the whole of history friend is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.

divine postman: there is a relation emerson between the hours of our life and the centuries of time. as the air i breathe is drawn from the divine repositories of nature.

emerson: as the light on my skin divine postman is yielded by a star a million hours away, and as the poise of my body depends on the equilibrium of centrifugal and centripetal forces.

divine postman: so the hours should be instructed by the ages; and the ages explained by the hours.

emerson: the sorrow of yesterday is what yields the fortune of today. without connecting our past with the glory of today we can never understand.

divine postman: a tree can only grow from its roots. of the universal mind friend each individual is one more incarnation.

emerson: all its properties consist in him divine postman. the mind transcends through all ages.

divine postman: each new fact in our private experience flashes a light on what great bodies of men have done.

as we endure in our genius, we will be given the oracle that what caesar and solomon have achieved, we may achieve.

emerson: every revolution was first a thought in one man’s mind divine postman.

divine postman: and when the same thought occurs to me emerson, it is the key to this era.

emerson: every reform friend was once a private opinion, and when it shall be a private opinion again it will solve the problem of the age.

divine postman: the genius of the age needs to forever dwell in mountains of solitude. and believe the greatness of his vision.

emerson: let him uphold through hard constraint, the wide heaven with unwearying faith and patience.

divine postman: standing at the ends of the earth before the clear voiced hesperides. for this lot wise athena assigns to the obedient.


emerson: the fact narrated divine postman must correspond to something in us, to be credible or intelligible.

divine postman: what a revolution is the internet unto mankind. it is the spirit of this age.

emerson: as we read and write in the world wide web must become spartans and stoics; poets and kings; martyr and uprooter.

divine postman: we must fasten these images to some reality in our secret experience, or we shall learn nothing rightly.

emerson: every genius had a great teacher. what plato wrote, socrates lived. and what seneca wrote montaigne lived.

divine postman: as i reflect on my past emerson, i learn that i have always been at the mercy of nature’s laws.

emerson: a man is not rich divine postman because of all that fills his barn; but the truly rich mind is one that is unceasing in the pursuit of knowledge.

divine postman: it is the universal nature friend which gives worth to particular men.

the knowledge that prometheus imparted to mortals can only be retrieved when one chooses to find it.

emerson: let a man always find his identity in who he is and not in what he has; companions will never deliver us from our fears.

divine postman: every man is given his own genius. human life emerson, is mysterious and involiable and we hedge it round with fears.

emerson: none divine postman trust in the glory of the human soul. the greatest fear that all men have is to be alone.


divine postman: the living heaven thy art respect. house at once and architect.

emerson: quarrying man’s rejected hours, builds therewith eternal towers.

divine postman: sole and self-commanding works fears not undermining days.

emerson: the great mind is always willing to be little, it knows that whatever indignities one may suffer they will pass.

divine postman: it grows by decays, and by the famous might that lurks in reaction and recoil.

emerson: makes flame to freeze and ice to boil.

divine postman: forging, through swart arms of offence, the golden seat of innocence.

emerson: when the act of reflection takes place in the mind divine postman, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty.

divine postman: let them chase their dollar emerson, we will pursue wisdom. behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off.

emerson: all it takes is an awareness to observe the beauty in life. not only things familiar and simple, but even tragic and terrible are comely as they take their place in the pictures of memory.

divine postman: the old bridge, the abandoned house, the losses suffered, however neglected in the passing, have a grace in the past.

emerson: even the corpse divine postman, that has lain in the ground has added a solemn ornament to the house. the chickens, the dogs and birds will prattle and play with the rose that grows beside it.

divine postman: the soul will not know either deformity or pain. if in the hours of clear reason we should speak the severest truth, we should say that we had never made a sacrifice.

emerson: in these hours the mind seems so great divine postman that nothing can be taken from us which seems much. nothing is truly lost when the soul has gained a grandeur vantage ground of its presence.

divine postman: all loss, all pain, is particular emerson; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

emerson: neither vexations divine postman nor calamities abate our trust. no man ever stated his griefs as lightly as he might.

divine postman: allow for exaggeration friend in the most patient and sorely ridden hack that ever was driven.

emerson: for it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

divine postman: the wise will learn that calamity has no power over him. the knowledge and discipline in his mind and body will sustain him to his old age and grey hairs.

emerson: virtue is everlast my friend.


divine postman: life is a journey emerson desiring to impart all the good  that is found in her divine repositories on man.

emerson: the intellectual life may be kept clean and healthful friend, if man will live the life of nature and not import into his mind difficulties which are none of his.

divine postman: nature is the key to man’s fortune; only if he is obedient will he receive glory. no man need be perplexed in his speculations.

let him do and say what strictly belongs to him, and though very ignorant of books, his nature shall not yield him any intellectual obstructions and doubts.

emerson: our young people divine postman are diseased with the conflicting passions of employment and freedom.

they present a practical difficulty upon themselves of succumbing to the pressure of their parents and not searching for their identity.

divine postman: they fear questioning the knowledge of their parents and do not forsake these ruins of regrets. they flee from the new lingering among the dry bones of the past.

emerson: a simple and noble mind will create an enduring kingdom. let our passion in life begin with loving people.

divine postman: we need to be brave in the decisions that we make. a few strong instincts and a few plain rules will suffice us. believing that it is our duty to lay down our lives for the whole of mankind.

emerson: my will divine postman never gave the images in my mind the rank they now take.

the regular course of studies, the years of academical and professional education have not yielded me better facts than some idle books of latin and greek history and philosophy.

divine postman: i dropped out of university emerson because of the seemingly simple books i was reading in my leisure time.

i would spend most of my time in the library gleaning the thoughts of the romantics. and as i cycled and adopted a natural diet of plants and vegetables; i drifted to the stars and let go of lecture halls.

emerson: what we do not call education is more precious than what we call so. we form no guess, at the time of receiving a thought, of its comparative value.

divine postman: and education often wastes its effort in attempts to thwart and bulk this natural magnetism, which is sure to select what belongs to it.

emerson: by nature we will gravitate to what ravishes the human heart. however, upon rejecting nature’s thought we will perish in fear.

divine postman: nature will equip us for every journey she gives us. in like manner our moral nature is vitiated by any interference of our will.

emerson: people divine postman represent virtue as a struggle, and take to themselves great airs upon their attainments.

and the question is everywhere vexed when a noble nature is commended, whether the man is not better who strives with temptation. either love is there or it is not.

divine postman: love whispers in silence and will raise a man through narrow spaces between the hapiness and the hardness. we love characters in proportion as they are impulsive and spontaneous.

emerson: the less a man thinks or knows about his virtues the better we like him. alexander’s victories are the best victories, which had an unsurpassed beauty and grace like homer’s verses.

divine postman: when we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank athena, the mother of gods and men, that such things can be and are.

emerson: and not turn sourly on the archangel that weaves such poetry. what all men rejoice in divine postman is beauty; in all its mystery it never fails to quench our soul.