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[Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons<\/a> — posted there by one “Irid Escent” (presumably a pseudonym), and of course used here under a Creative Commons license. The sculpture shown is called <\/em>La Cycliste, alternatively <\/em>Cat on a Bike, by Alain S\u00e9chas<\/a>. The sculpture is located on Rue Montagne-aux-Herbes-Potag\u00e8res, in Brussels.]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From whiskey river<\/em>‘s commonplace book<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Living<\/strong><\/p>

I<\/p>

Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example—
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people—
even for people whose faces you’ve never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees—
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don’t believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.<\/p>

II<\/p>

Let’s say we’re seriously ill, need surgery—
which is to say we might not get up
from the white table.
Even though it’s impossible not to feel sad
about going a little too soon,
we’ll still laugh at the jokes being told,
we’ll look out the window to see if it’s raining,
or still wait anxiously
for the latest newscast. . .
Let’s say we’re at the front—
for something worth fighting for, say.
There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
we might fall on our face, dead.
We’ll know this with a curious anger,
but we’ll still worry ourselves to death
about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
Let’s say we’re in prison
and close to fifty,
and we have eighteen more years, say,
before the iron doors will open.
We’ll still live with the outside,
with its people and animals, struggle and wind—
I mean with the outside beyond the walls.
I mean, however and wherever we are,
we must live as if we will never die.<\/p>

III<\/p>

This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,
a gilded mote on blue velvet—
I mean this<\/em>, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space . . .
You must grieve for this right now
—you have to feel this sorrow now—
for the world must be loved this much
if you’re going to say “I lived”. . .<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Nazim Hikmet [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Humanity is under great pressure to evolve because it is our only chance of survival as a race. This will affect every aspect of your life and close relationships in particular. Never before have relationships been as problematic and conflict ridden as they are now. As you may continue to pursue the goal of salvation through a relationship, you will be disillusioned again and again. But if you accept that the relationship is here to make you conscious<\/em> instead of happy, then the relationship will<\/em> offer you salvation, and you will be aligning yourself with the higher consciousness that wants to be born into this world. For those who hold to the old patterns, there will be increasing pain, violence, confusion, and madness.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Eckhart Tolle [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bee<\/strong><\/p>

When Claude says blessed is he who has seen
and believes, you know he is about to tell the one
about bees. His father told him which kind<\/p>

of sting was worst, but you have to see some things
for yourself, and when you ask how on earth
do you catch a bee to see anything, he tells how<\/p>

you hunker down next to a sweet potato blossom
and watch until one lands on the ruffled cuff<\/p>

and then ambles down into the sweeter sleeve.
You lean over and pinch the blossom shut,
and there you have it, ready to sting yourself<\/p>

so you can decide on your own, and he wants
for you not to doubt this: even more blessed,
you will be, you have heard — and not seen.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Claudia Emerson [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To David, About His Education<\/strong><\/p>

The world is full of mostly invisible things,
And there is no way but putting the mind’s eye,
Or its nose, in a book, to find them out,
Things like the square root of Everest
Or how many times Byron goes into Texas,
Or whether the law of the excluded middle
Applies west of the Rockies. For these
And the like reasons, you have to go to school
And study books and listen to what you are told,
And sometimes try to remember. Though I don’t know
What you will do with the mean annual rainfall
On Plato’s Republic, or the calorie content
Of the Diet of Worms, such things are said to be
Good for you, and you will have to learn them
In order to become one of the grown-ups
Who sees invisible things neither steadily nor whole,
But keeps gravely the grand confusion of the world
Under his hat, which is where it belongs,
And teaches small children to do this in their turn.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Howard Nemerov [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The path is not Route 66, destination Los Angeles. It’s not as if we can take out a map and figure that this year we might make it to Gallup, New Mexico, and maybe by next year we’ll be in L.A. The path is uncharted. It comes into existence moment by moment and at the same time, drops away behind us. It\u2019s like riding in a train sitting backwards. We can’t see where we\u2019re headed, only where we\u2019ve been. <\/p>

This is a very encouraging teaching because it says that the source of wisdom is whatever is going to happen to us today. The source of wisdom is whatever is happening to us right at this very instant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Pema Ch\u00f6dr\u00f6n [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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