#alighthouseofquotes

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...our ultimate moral principles can become so completely accepted by us, that we treat them, not as universal imperatives but as matters of fact; they have the same obstinate indubitability.

The Language of Morals, R.M. Hare

Reading books by R.M. Hare has reminded me, in an absolutely necessary way, that we live in a time that rewards blind passion, stubborn allegiance, refusals to budge. We live in a time with so much information and very little encouragement to assemble the truth. And I can’t help but feel that we’ve got to do that, stay open, for our sake and for the sake of others.

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Whoever loves has wounded eyes. The arrow has torn the pupils. And has forgotten, at the start of the journey, to store in the saddlebags the sandalwood leaves that would heal them. The desert has no end, she thinks. The night summons the devils, seductively they point to the always equivocal roads, the promising landscapes that in the morning will be sand and stones, and stones and sand. There’ll be no piety for these eyes. Condemned to look always at what’s not there, they should have been pulled out by their roots, and like two drops of water, been offered as mirror to the stones.

Ana Becciu, Night Watch (Ronda La Noche)

Even after all this time, I am in love with A. Becciu’s words. There is a free copy of her poetry translated into English for those who are interested in downloading a copy of her text.