divine postman: i find it strange aeschylus that most people are discontent with their lives. the young graduates who rushed for offices are comparing themselves with their peers. life is not a competition my friend.
the promises of colleges and schools are like western roads, which open stately enough, with planted trees on either side to tempt the traveller. but soon become narrow and narrower and end in a squirrel track and run up a tree.
they have been deceived by these colleges into believing, that as soon as they graduate everything will fall into place. they are sold an empty dream aeschylus. one that implies they will have a safe and secure job, a home, and a comfortable family life. but life is not that simple.
there is no adaptation or universal applicability in men, but each has his special talent. each man has his own vocation aeschylus. the talent is the call. there is one direction in which all space is open to him. he has faculties silently inviting him thither to endless exertion.
he is like a ship in a river my friend; he runs against obstructions on every side but one, on that side all obstruction is taken away and he sweeps serenely over a deepening channel into an infinite sea. this talent and this call aeschylus depend on his organization, or the mode in which the general soul incarnates itself in him.
he inclines to do something which is easy to him and good when it is done, but which no other man can do. he has no rival. a small thing to you aeschylus is a big thing to another. it is good to be grateful.
aeschylus: mothers and fathers have yet to discern that the world has changed. the education of colleges has lost its value. knowledge today can be accessed at the click of a button. our age divine postman is the most connected in all of history. it is moved by the knowledge of the internet.
it no longer matters how many degrees or qualifications you have. he who holds the power my friend, is he who acts on the knowledge that he has gained. the blogger must persist and believe in the connection that he shares with those that are many seas away. he is to learn through all his travels, and give the world a word that overflows with life.
the throne is his, he is a man thinking; it does not belong to those who are proud; for athena keeps hidden the means of life to common men. else they would easily do enough work in a day to supply them for a full year even without working. let the judgements of the blogger be made straight with righteousness. and tell of true things.
up! follow the guidance of hera divine postman who presaged the exhaltation of that head round which divine fire once played! let that heaven-sent flame now inspire you. rouse yourself in earnest! bethink yourself not of your last disappointments but who you are today.
divine postman: genius is always sufficiently the enemy of genius by over-influence. the literature of every nation bears us witness aeschylus. the american dramatic poets have shakespearized for over five hundred years. undoubtedly there is a right way of reading, so it be sternly subordinated.
man thinking must not be subdued by his instruments. electronic books, the internet, and the iphone are for the blogger’s idle times. when he can read nature directly aeschylus, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men’s transcripts of their readings. he is to feel the light of the sun in his heart.
but when the intervals of darkness come, as come they must,- when the sun is hid, and the stars withdraw their shining,- we repair to the lamps which were kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the east again, where the dawn is.
we hear, that we may speak. the arabian proverb says, “a fig tree, looking on a fig tree, becometh fruitful.” it is remarkable my friend, the character of the pleasure we derive from the best books. they impress us with the conviction, that one nature wrote and the same reads.
we read the verses of one of the great english poets, of spenser, of keats, of shelley, of byron, with the most modern joy aeschylus,- with a pleasure, i mean, which is in great part caused by the abstraction of all time from their verses.
there is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, three or four hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which i also had wellnigh thought and said my friend.
but for the evidence thence afforded to the philosophical doctrine of the identity of all minds, we should suppose some pre-established harmony, some foresight of souls that were to be.
and some preparation of stores for their future wants, like the fact observed in insects aeschylus, who lay up food before death for the young grub they shall never get to see. the voice is given to man that he may use it with wisdom, and be an echo unto eternity.
aeschylus: whoever fails to teach himself will live in poverty. history, philosophy and poetry are held in disregard by the architects of schooling because they will impart reasoning upon the people. how valuable it is to treasure the need for expression divine postman!
notwithstanding this necessity to be published my friend, adequate expression is rare. the pen is my saviour divine postman. the interest of rulers require that their subjects should be poor spiritually.
and that there should be no strong and meaningful bond of friendship or community among them. common souls pay with what they do, nobler souls with that which they are.
beauty my friend will never die. it is the immortal light that thunders in the heavens, which fills the heart with fear and trembling. a profound nature awakens in us by its words and its actions, by its very looks and manners, with the same power and beauty that a shooting star addresses my friend.
civil and natural history, the history of art and of literature, must be explained from individual history, or must remain words. there is nothing but is related to us divine postman, nothing that does not interest us, kingdom, the library of a college, the gumtree, horse, or insect,- the roots of all things are in man.
man is his own star; and the soul that can render an honest and a perfect man, commands all light, all influence, all fate; nothing to him falls early or too late divine postman. our acts our angels are, or good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still. suckle him with the she-wolf’s teat, cast the bantling on the rocks, wintered with the eagle and fox.
power and speed be hands and feet. the best things that man will bring forth are those that create community. lovely to the gods is he who labors in love to bring joy to many. death is life’s single best invention; it clears away the old divine postman to make room for the new.
divine postman: it is only through death that we see the vision, that we are on this earth to fulfill. it is what sets us free on archangel wings and reveals to us the beauty of humanity. i should like us to create equality aeschylus inspiring the young and old.
these words will make men and women believe, that regardless of what sorrows one has found in life, they can and will live a meaningful life. whatever has befallen us in life, the loss of a mother, or daughter, or lover it can hinder none from being either virtuous or eminent in the world.
the experience of death or neglect by an absent father is no obstacle to true goodness and excellence. love will raise the orphan. all things will be fulfiled through patience. the wise will be called to shepherd many.
our schools, our occupations, our homes are the root cause for our individualistic culture. everything in our cities encourages competition among the people. i find harmony aeschylus in the country village and discord in the bustling city streets.
there is a purity in the air of the country, where horses and bicycles are the mode of transport. the old man will lend a hand in the garden, the lady who has planted corn will share the harvest with her neighbor, bloggers will tell stories, the birds will wake us up at dawn, and the children will bring flowers.
we have not dollars in the village of ekhonqeni aeschylus, merchants have. it is very inconvenient to us country folk, and we do not think any good will come of it either. the true poem is the poet’s mind; the true ship is the shipbuilder.
in the man, could we lay him open aeschylus, we should see the reason for the last flourish and tendril of his work; as every spine and tint in the sea-shell pre-exists in the secreting organs of the fish. we have been deceived by the promises of the times my friend. schooling has uprooted us from our history.
there is now no longer any right course of action nor any self-devotion left among the university graduates. unspeakably sad and barren does life look to those who a few years ago were dazzled with the splendor of the promise of the times.
our culture of schooling ends in a headache. it leads to a man losing his soul. the soul looketh steadily forwards aeschylus, creating an enduring empire before her, leaving ruins behind her. she has no dates, nor rites, nor persons, nor specialities, nor men.
the soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed. after its own law and not by arithmetic is the rate of its growth to be computed. what your heart thinks great is great, the soul’s emphasis is always right my friend.
aeschylus: learning is sacred; the only problem that we have as a society is ignorance. we rely on institutions for our prosperity and neglect our history. it is impossible to lead a life free of fear and worry divine postman without wisdom. more money will not solve our problems; it will only serve to destroy us.
without wisdom the dollar is useless. we advance in actual years but degenerate in wisdom. philosophy is not an occupation of a popular nature divine postman, nor is it pursued for the sake of receiving applause. we do not boast with our achievements; the spirit in us will communicate our purity.
it is what moulds and builds the personality, orders one’s life, regulates one’s conduct, shows one what one should do and what one should leave undone, sits at the helm, and keeps one on the correct course, as one is tossed about in perilous seas.
every hour of the day countless situations arise divine postman that call for advice, and for that advice we have to look to philosophy; upon remembering our history we will find our destiny. the whole of heraldy and of chivalry is in courtesy.
a man of fine manners shall pronounce your name with all the ornament that titles of nobility could ever add. the trivial experience of everyday is always verifying some old prediction to us and converting into things the words and signs which we had heard and seen without heed.
a friend with whom i was riding in the forest said to me that the woods always seemed to her to wait divine postman, as if the genii who inhabited them suspended them until the wayfarer had passed onward. a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the human feet.
the man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight, has been present divine postman, like an archangel at the creation of light and the world. whatever it is that man conceives, if it is not aligned with nature will be a waste. none can move the patience in nature.
nature plays by her own rules my friend and commands that all men obey her sovereignty, and shed their ignorance. what a gift it is to experience poverty divine postman, it reveals to us the true and greatest gift: life!
there is a season in every year when we are to keep the soul under strict control, making it unique in abstaining from pleasure just when the crowd are all bent on pleasure.
the young man is to exhaust pleasure in his youth, that he may reach his manhood soon, overcoming his fears and find his purpose; there is something divine when the youth models wisdom,- a beauty that can never be expressed but cannot be concealed.
we must set aside a number of days divine postman during which we will be content with the plainest of food, and very little of it, and with rough coarse clothing, sleeping on the ground and exposing ourselves to open air. we will come to see that security from care is not dependent on fortune.
for even when she brings us low, she will always let us have what is enough. and when she builds us from the roots creating us anew, she will teach us how to sustain all the splendor that she bestows on us. for when in abundance we have received divine postman through the wisdom we have gained in our simplicity, we will learn to always give.
divine postman: every true man aeschylus is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his posterity and design. the world has been instructed by its kings, who have so magnetized the eyes of nations.
it has been taught by these colossal symbols the mutual reverence that is due from man to man. sparta was instructed by lycurgus, rome led by numa, and theseus commanded athens. the joyful loyalty with which men and women have everywhere suffered these kings.
to walk among them by a law of their own make their own scale of men and things and reverse theirs, pay for benefits not with money but with honor. and represent the law in their own person, was the hieroglyphic by which they obscurely signified their consciousness of their own right and comeliness. the right of every man aeschylus.
the magnetism which all original action exerts is explained when we inquire the reason of self-trust. who is the trustee my friend? what is the aboriginal self, on which a universal reliance may be grounded?
what is the nature and power of this science-baffling star aeschylus, without parallax, without calculable elements, which shoots a ray of beauty even into trivial and impure actions, if the least mark of independence appear?
the inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, of virtue, and of life, which we call spontaneity and instinct. we denote this primary wisdom as intuition my friend, whilst all later teachings are tuitions. in that deep force, the last fact behind which analysis cannot go, all things find their common origin.
for the sense of being aeschylus which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed.
we first share the life by which things exist and forget that we have shared their cause. a child is the greatest gift aeschylus that life will give. a baby girl is enough to heal a mother’s sorrows; when she pursues anything that does not serve her daughter, she will lose him.
we are to simplify our lives that we may give ourselves wholly to raising a child with wisdom. here is the fountain of action and of thought. here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth the mother wisdom and which cannot be denied.
aeschylus: we lie in the lap of immense intelligence divine postman, which makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activity. let us not fear to lose all it is that fortune has bestowed upon us with her grace. nothing is of a permanent or lasting nature, but the human soul.
no meaningful friendship divine postman ever sprang from possessions, titles, and wealth. they can only breed fair-weather friends who will idolize what you have and never treasure your presence. when we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing of ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams.
if we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes, all philosophy is at fault. its presence or its absence is all we can affirm. every man divine postman discriminates between the voluntary acts of his mind and his involuntary perceptions, and knows that to his involuntary perceptions a perfect faith is due.
he may err in the expression of them, but he knows that these things are so, like day and night, not to be disputed. my wilful actions and acquisitions are but roving my friend;- the idlest reverie, the faintest native emotion, command my curiosity and respect.
divine postman: thoughtless people contradict as readily the statements of perceptions as of opinions, or rather much more readily; for they do not distinguish between perception and notion. they fancy that i choose to see this or that thing aeschylus. but perception is not whimsical, but fatal.
if i see a trait, the sons and daughters in my presence will see it after me. and in course of time all mankind,- although it may chance that no one has seen it before me. for my perception of it aeschylus, is as much a fact as the sun.
we can only be fulfiled upon excelling in honor, virtue, and wisdom. a true friendship my friend is built upon these pure principles. we blosom with a friend or lover when there is nothing but love to be gained. the relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.
it must be that when apollo speaks he should communicate, not one thing but all things. should fill the world with his voice my friend; should scatter forth light, nature, time, souls, from the centre of the present thought; and new date, and new create the whole.
whenever a mind is simple and receives a divine wisdom, old things pass away aeschylus,- means, teachers, texts, buildings fall. it finds all things to be vanity and lives now, in the present.
absorbing past and future into this moment. all things are made sacred by relation to it,- one as much as another. the voice of the muse will be heard and resound to the ends of the earth.
all things my friend are resolved to their centre by their cause, and in the universal miracle petty and particular miracles disappear. if therefore a mother or father claims to know and speak of life and intimidates you into believing their dogma,- believe them not; what have you to do with their old mouldered way of thinking?
do not live among ruins aeschylus! love will never fail. is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completeness? is the parent better than the child in which she casts her ripened being?
whence then my friend this worship of the past? the ignorance of mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, and lovers are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.
aeschylus: speak you latent conviction, none but you alone divine postman knows the truth that lives in your heart. our duty is to pursue our dream, that we may yield the enduring wisdom of a tree; instructing a whole age.
if we took the time to observe nature and live in her mind, a vast load of care would be relieved from us. a little consideration of what takes place around us everyday would show us that there is absolute order in the universe of nature.
our painful labors are unnecessary and fruitless divine postman. there is no need for convulsions, despairs, and struggles, of the wringing of the hands, and the gnashing of the teeth. we miscreate our own fears.
our life divine postman might be much easier and simpler than we make it. the world might be a happier place than it is. only in our easy, simple, spontaneous action are we strong, and by contenting ourselves with obedience we become divine.
we interfere with the optimism of nature my friend, a believing love is the sustaing light in our lives. whenever we get this vantage ground of the past divine postman, or of a wiser mind in the present, we are able to discern, that we are begirt with natural laws that execute themselves.
there is a soul at the centre of nature and over the will of every man, that we can all grow to understand the nature of things. it has so infused its strong enchantment into nature that we prosper when we accept its advice. and when we struggle to wound its creatures our hands divine postman are glued to our sides, or they beat our own breasts.
the whole course of things my friend goes to teach us faith, we need only obey. greatest among all men is he who has married patience. there is guidance for each of us, and by lowly listening we shall hear the right word.
why need you choose so painfully your place and occupation divine postman, and associates and modes of action and of entertainment? certaiy there is a possible right for you my friend that precludes the need of balance and wilful election.
for you there is a reality divine postman, a fit place and congenial duties. place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom, which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment.
then you put all critics in the wrong. then you are the world, the measure of right, of truth, of beauty. oh! how sweet is the joy of victory. amor vincit omnia.