It was a love of the air and sky and flying, the lure of adventure, the appreciation of beauty. It lay beyond the descriptive words of men-where immortality is touched through danger, where life meets death on equal plane where man is more than man, and existence both supreme and valueless at the same time.
It was an initiation into the love of learning, of learning how to learn, that was revealed to me by my BLS masters as a matter of interdisciplinary cognition-that is, learning to know something by its relation to something else.
It wounds a man less to confess that he has failed in any pursuit through idleness, neglect, the love of pleasure, etc., etc., which are his own faults, than through incapacity and unfitness, which are the faults of his nature.
It's not necessarily against a system that it collapses, because most systems do collapse in the end. That’s a part of the wheel of life - systems do collapse. So I’m to some extent slightly inclined to forgive capitalism for being about to collapse. I mean there are lots of fine things, lots of love affairs and the like which have come to a sticky end. On the other hand, it is quite an accusation - quite hard for it to live down - that it's going to destroy the entire planet with it.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
I’d like to believe that our very essence is that of love. At times it’s hard to believe when our experiences remind us of the cold, callous, selfish and liars out there who’ve crossed our paths and hurt us. These hurts have led us to protect our selves by hiding out and shunning our light, our love and our essence from the rest of the world. In the name of self-preservation we, in turn, have become cold, callous, selfish and liars, therefore passing down the cycle of pain to the next generation, forcing them to do the same to protect themselves. The cycle breaks once a single person makes the decision to be vulnerable, to be frail to be their essence, knowing that it could very well lead to a world of pain. In the end, it is worth it to one day have the world full of people who are unafraid of their light and are willing to love unconditionally without fear or consequence. This is the world I would like to live in. This is the world we owe to the future generations
Jack of all trades, master of none Jacking up WISDOM with everyone That was stolen from a little old man Because he thinks everyone's dumb. He's a Doctor and a Faith Healer He's a Teacher and a Cheater He's a PREACHER and a Sinner He's a Musician and a Politician He's a Judge with a grudge He is trying to be an Artist But nobody was pleased. Jack of all trades Speaking highly of his trades But not even a master of one. Records, showed none... A COPY and PASTE TEACHER, And a PAINTLESS PAINTER. Trying to be a motivator, But, avoids his own mirror. Advice foods and health facts, But who's overweight and fat. Words of pretense, But a bad influence. Tried to create more, But achieve worse than before. Kindness is his devotion, But it's the opposite of his actions. Love and peace as problem solutions, But shows love of gun collections. Your virtue of righteousness, Are just a paradox, it is worthless. You're no mystery, But just plain MISERY. Jack of all trades, For sure master of NONE.
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.