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It is, in fact, the very law of transitory things that, here on earth where such things are at home, some should be born while others die, the weak should give way to the strong and the victims should nourish the life of the victors. If the beauty of this order fails to delight us, it is because we ourselves, by reason of our mortality, are so enmeshed in this corner of the cosmos that we fail to perceive the beauty of a total pat­tern in which the particular parts, which seem ugly to us, blend in so harmonious and beautiful a way. That is why, in those situations where it is beyond our power to under­stand the providence of God, we are rightly commanded to make an act of faith rather than allow the rashness of human vanity to criticize even a minute detail in the master­piece of our Creator.

-St. Augustine of Hippo

Unquenchable Longing

digital encouragements.

Profitez des petits plaisirs de la vie, car un jour vous vous rendrez compte qu'ils étaient vraiemnt de grans plaisirs."

-wisdom from an Ivory bar soap

Poetic indigestion

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Shirimiri

Gabriel Celaya

llueve y llueve.

Nada pasa.

El decir, pass la nada.

Llueve tan, tan de verada, que se descana.

berso

Si alguna vez la vida te maltrata,

acuerdate de mi,

que no puede cansarse de esperar,

aquel que no se canse de mirarte

Luis Garcia Montero

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Tu justificas mi existencia;

Si no te conozco, no he vivido;

Si muero sin conocerte, no muero,

porque no he vivido.

Luis Cernuda

singing my thoughts

You could be my someone

You could be my scene

You know that I'll protect you

From all of the obscene

I wonder what your doing?

Imagine where you are?

There's oceans in between us

But that's not very far

-"Blurry", Puddle of Mudd

SEEKING.




See.

King.

(Matthew 6:33,34)