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Think of the self that God has given as an acorn. It is a marvelous little thing, a perfect shape, perfectly designed for its purpose, perfectly functional. Think of the grand glory of an oak tree. God’s intention when He made the acorn was the oak tree. His intention for us is ‘… the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ.’ Many deaths must go into our reaching that measure, many letting-goes. When you look at the oak tree, you don’t feel that the loss’ of the acorn is a very great loss. The more you perceive God’s purpose in your life, the less terrible the losses seem. ↗
And in that very moment, away behind in some far corner of the city, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed reckoning nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. ↗
Life is a misery, death an uncertainty. Suppose it steals suddenly upon me, in what state shall I leave this world? When can I learn what I have here neglected to learn? Or is it true that death will cut off and put an end to all care and all feeling? This is something to be inquired into. But no, this cannot be true. It is not for nothing, it is not meaningless that all over the world is displayed the high and towering authority of the Christian faith. Such great and wonderful things would never have been done for us by God, if the life of the soul were to end with the death of the body. Why then do I delay? Why do I not abandon my hopes of this world and devote myself entirely to the search for God and for the happy life? ↗
God is not just light, but also darkness; not just pleasure, but also pain; not just success but also the failures; not just life but also death. There is nothing that God is not. ↗
Dulu sebelum saya memulai menulis buku, seorang penulis buku senior pernah berkata di sebuah acara bedah buku, 'sudah berapa banyak kalian membaca buku? Belasan, puluhan atau ratusan? Lalu apa sesuatu yang berlebihan kalau kita membuat satu buku saja, yang kemudian dibaca orang? ↗
Anyhow, I had found something out about an unknown privation, and I realized how a general love or craving, before it is explicit or before it sees its object, manifests itself as boredom or some other kind of suffering. And what did I think of myself in relation to the great occasions, the more sizable being of these books? Why, I saw them, first of all. So suppose I wasn't created to read a great declaration, or to boss a palatinate, or send off a message to Avignon, and so on, I could see, so there nevertheless was a share for me in all that had happened. How much of a share? Why, I knew there were things that would never, because they could never, come of my reading. But this knowledge was not so different from the remote but ever-present death that sits in the corner of the loving bedroom; though it doesn't budge from the corner, you wouldn't stop your loving. Then neither would I stop my reading. I sat and read. I had no eye, ear, or interest for anything else--that is, for usual, second-order, oatmeal, mere-phenomenal, snarled-shoelace-carfare-laundry-ticket plainness, unspecified dismalness, unknown captivities; the life of despair-harness or the life of organization-habits which is meant to supplant accidents with calm abiding. Well, now, who can really expect the daily facts to go, toil or prisons to go, oatmeal and laundry tickets and the rest, and insist that all moments be raised to the greatest importance, demand that everyone breathe the pointy, star-furnished air at its highest difficulty, abolish all brick, vaultlike rooms, all dreariness, and live like prophets or gods? Why, everybody knows this triumphant life can only be periodic. So there's a schism about it, some saying only this triumphant life is real and others that only the daily facts are. For me there was no debate, and I made speed into the former. ↗
Nikt nie kaze ci isc dalej - powiedzial Wirus. - Mozna siedziec i czekac na smierc. Mozna przez cale zycie siedziec i czekac na smierc. To tez jest godne, jest honorowe, moze byc przyjemne, jesli ktos potrafi czerpac z tego przyjemnosc. Nikt nigdy nie powiedzial, ze tylko jak sie idzie naprzod, to dopelnia sie los czlowieka. Mozna korzystac z chwili, mozna sobie popijac winko czy wodke. Mozna tak siedziec. Mozna tak siedziec az do smierci... i nikt nie ma prawa zarzucic komukolwiek, ze robi zle, ze to nie tak, ze powinno sie robic inaczej.To nie jest niczyja sprawa. Mozna siedziec na trotuarze i czekac... Wszystko w porzadku. Wszystko w najlepszym porzadku. Robisz dobrze, robisz jak chcesz, robisz, co chcesz. Bo nie ma idealnej recepty na zycie. Kazda recepta dobra. Kazdy moze robic, co chce i nie bedzie zadnych pretensji. Kazdy jednak... kazdy moze tez wstac i ruszyc dalej. Mozna siedziec i czekac, co przyniesie los, mozna tez pojsc za najblizszy rog i zobaczyc, czy tam jest cos ciekawego. Kazdy moze ruszyc dalej i w tym wypadku rowniez nikt nie moze miec zadnych pretensji... ↗
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Living in the past kills your future. ↗
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