Abide (a poem)
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Abide (a poem)
Abide
The snail shell, the tiny spiderweb -
anyplace can become home.
“I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The mystery is that the world is as it is — a mystery that is the source of all joy and all sorrow, of all hope and fear, and the source of development both creative and degenerative. The contingency of all into which time enters is the source of pathos, comedy, and tragedy.
John Dewey, “Time and Individuality”, The Later Works, vol 14 (via philosophybits)
The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.
— Juliette Lewis
Inexorable
I am afraid to close my eyes
For the 'morrow waits on the other side
I am scared, so very much, and yet,
My eyes will open and the sun will rise.
“If you write to impress it will always be bad, but if you write to express it will be good.”
— Thornton Wilder
“The chimera of fear is that evil, apish kobold who leaps on to the back of man at precisely the moment he is already bearing the heaviest burden.”
—Human, All Too Human: Vol. 1, §535.
Inexorable
I am afraid to close my eyes
For the 'morrow waits on the other side
I am scared, so very much, and yet,
My eyes will open and the sun will rise.
Time’s Anatomical Coloring Book (a poem)
Time’s Anatomical Coloring Book
Among the beautiful things Time shows you my favorite is how each season flows perfectly into the next
the bones of winter joining the soft skin of spring to the warm breath of summer crossing over autumn’s wood-brown eyes.
“What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other’s folly — that is the first law of nature.”
— Voltaire, Dictionnaire philosophique
Prompt #5402
“Never plant a tree in a graveyard. There’s no telling what might rise from the earth.”