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Wednesday, March 31, 2021
H12...
Monday, March 29, 2021
Talking About Regeneration...
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Friday, March 26, 2021
Don’t Only Practice...
Don’t only practice your art,
but force your way into its secrets.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
It Is Amazing...
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Monday, March 22, 2021
The Idea...
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Friday, March 19, 2021
Inner Considering...
Monday, March 15, 2021
Caesar!...
Julius Caesar
- Soothsayer. Caesar!
- Caesar. Ha! who calls?
- Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
Caesar. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.- Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March.
- Caesar. What man is that?
Brutus. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
- Caesar. Set him before me; let me see his face.
- Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
- Caesar. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
- Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March.
- Caesar. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
- ~William Shakespeare
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Friday, March 12, 2021
The Book...
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Monday, March 8, 2021
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived
so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no force air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
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Friday, March 5, 2021
It Feels ...
Monday, March 1, 2021
Humility Is...
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