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!c9ovLmi982 01/18/09(Sun)16:31:38 No.110548461 File :1232314298.jpg-(52 KB, 442x498, AbelImagefromwallpaper.jpg)
Man
is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he dares not say 'I
think,' 'I am,' but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the
blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no
reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they
are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is
simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before
a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower
there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less. Its nature is
satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike. But man
postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with
reverted eyes laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that
surround him, stands tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy
and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time. |