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darlingfox) wrote2009-10-11 09:34 pm
darlingfox) wrote2009-10-11 09:34 pm
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THE MEME OF SHARING
Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in his life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest it searchs for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches,it impales itself upon the largest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His Heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the lost of great pain.... Or so says the legend.
~ Colleen McCullough (The Thorn Birds) ~
Lord, we know there is no good order except that which we create... There is no hope but us. There is no mercy but us. There is no justice.
There is just us.
All things that are, are ours. But we must care. For if we do not care, we do not exist. If we do not exist, then there is nothing but blind oblivion.
And even oblivion must end one day. Lord, will you grant me just a little time? For the proper balance of things. To return what was given.
For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds.
Lord, what can the harvest hope for, if not the care of the Reaper Man?
~ Terry Pratchett (Death in Reaper Man) ~
Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife.
The first question was, 'Did you bring joy?'
The second was, 'Did you find joy?
~ Leo Buscaglia ~
"And of course, no one could possibly doubt the wisdom of a war to further the worship and glory of the Great God."
"No. None could deny it," said Fri'it, who had walked across many a battlefield the day after a glorious victory, when you had ample opportunity to see what winning meant.
The Omnians forbade the use of all drugs. At times like that the prohibition bit hard, when you dared not go to sleep for fear of your own dreams.
~ Terry Pratchett (Small Gods) ~
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
~ Henri Nouwen ~
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in his life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest it searchs for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches,it impales itself upon the largest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His Heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the lost of great pain.... Or so says the legend.
~ Colleen McCullough (The Thorn Birds) ~
Lord, we know there is no good order except that which we create... There is no hope but us. There is no mercy but us. There is no justice.
There is just us.
All things that are, are ours. But we must care. For if we do not care, we do not exist. If we do not exist, then there is nothing but blind oblivion.
And even oblivion must end one day. Lord, will you grant me just a little time? For the proper balance of things. To return what was given.
For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds.
Lord, what can the harvest hope for, if not the care of the Reaper Man?
~ Terry Pratchett (Death in Reaper Man) ~
Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife.
The first question was, 'Did you bring joy?'
The second was, 'Did you find joy?
~ Leo Buscaglia ~
"And of course, no one could possibly doubt the wisdom of a war to further the worship and glory of the Great God."
"No. None could deny it," said Fri'it, who had walked across many a battlefield the day after a glorious victory, when you had ample opportunity to see what winning meant.
The Omnians forbade the use of all drugs. At times like that the prohibition bit hard, when you dared not go to sleep for fear of your own dreams.
~ Terry Pratchett (Small Gods) ~
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
~ Henri Nouwen ~