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If you 'think' you are a Witch, Telepathic, an Empath, Clairvoyant, or Psychic; Please do not message me or ask me for friendship.
about me
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Inspirations from elsewhere.
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You will set yourself free from all you thought they did to you. They need not ask for forgiveness to be forgiven. They might even believe that there is nothing for which they need to be forgiven. That is fine. Do not concern yourself with how they choose to experience reality, for it has no effect on you, unless you allow it to. For something or someone to affect you, you must first allow it to affect you.
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When the truth is witheld it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is diminished it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is embellished or exaggerated, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is partialized it becomes ' half-truth,' and is no longer the truth.
When the truth is supressed, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is distorted, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is tainted, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is unspoken, it becomes a secret.
When the truth is twisted, it becomes a lie.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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Your beliefs hold Power over you, be sure your beliefs are worthy of that Power.
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"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow. If you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty every day even if it is not pretty, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!"
It doesn't interest me where you live or how much money you have, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here, I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesnt interest me where or what or with whom you studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away, I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
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I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.
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Wolf Messing
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others
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L'amour en mariage
(Les dix commandements de l'amour en mariage)
C''est accepter de vivre avec une autre personne, sans vouloir la changer.
C''est comprendre que des jours on est perdant et que d'autres jours on est gagnant.
C''est de se rendre compte qu'on ne connaîtra jamais l'autre à fond.
C''est être capable de vivre avec les faiblesses et les forces de l'autre.
C''est éviter l le calcul dans le partage des tâches, de soi et de l'argent.
C''est démontrer et faire savoir à l'autre qu'il est grand et important.
C''est savoir se taire pour écouter l'autre qui a besoin de communiquer sa joie ou sa peine.
C''est faire confiance à l'autre et croire en sa sincérité.
C''est accepter l'imprévisible et à apprendre à gérer l'inconnu.
C''est renégocier ensemble chacune des étapes de la vie.
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When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.
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Solomon - Son of David.
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The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd; The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.
Creativity in living is not without its attendant difficulties, for peculiarity breeds contempt and the unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is that when people finally realize you were right, they'll say it was obvious all along.
You have two choices in life:
You can dissolve into the mainstream or you can be distinct. To be distinct, you must be different. To be different, you must strive to be what no one else but you can be.
Anonymous
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The charm of the words of great men, those grand sayings which are recognized as true as soon as heard, is this, that you recognize them as wisdom which has passed across your own mind. You feel that they are your own thoughts come back to you, else you would not at once admit them. "All of that has floated across me before, only I could not say it, and did not feel confident enough to assert it: or had not conviction enough to put it into words." Yes, God spoke to you what He did to them: only, they believed it, said it, trusted the Word within them; and you did not. Be sure that often when you say, "It is only my own poor thought, and I am alone," the real correcting thought is this: "Alone, but the Father is with me, and therefore I can live that lonely conviction."
Frederick William Robertson
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Search your own heart with all diligence for out of it flow the issues of life.
Proverbs 4:23
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A great teacher never strives to explain her vision;
努 一
力 位
尝 了
试 不
解 起
释 的
她 老
之 师
所 从
见 不
she simply invites you to stand beside her
站 她
在 只
她 是
身 请
边 你
and see for yourself
自
己
去
看
R. Inman
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The well being of all
Is the responsibility of all.
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The longest journey begins with the first step.
Lao-Tzu
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Don't say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
Maggie Kuhn
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Be to her virtues very kind,
Be to her faults a little blind.
Prior
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The real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
M. Proust
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It is good to be a seeker. But sooner or later you will have to be a finder, and then it is good to give what you have found, a gift into the world for whomever will accept it.
Johnathon Livingston Seagull
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What is to give light
must endure the burning.
V. Frankl
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God comforts the disturbed
and disturbs the comfortable.
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The heart of the fool is in his mouth,
but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart.
Franklin
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Your all a bunch of fucking slaves!
Jim Morrison.
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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
Wilhelm Stekel.
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The present is the necessary product of all the past,
the necessary cause of all the future.
R. Ingersol
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
who can call today his own,
he who, secure within, can say:
"Tommorow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today".
Dryden.
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Of those requiring much,
much will be required.
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A prejudice is a vagrant opinion with no visible means of support.
Abroce Bierce
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If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. That is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Mark Twain
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Feed a maga dog, an im turn roun bite you.
Peter Tosh
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I surrender.
That is all.
Geronimo
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Following the course of least resistance makes for crooked rivers and crooked men.
Lanny Henninger
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The law, in it's majestic equality,
forbids the rich as well as the poor
to sleep under bridges,
to beg in streets,
and to steal bread.
Anatole France
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"I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey...
I asked for health, that I might do great things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things...
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise...
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God...
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I may enjoy all things...
I got nothing I asked for-but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among men, most richly blessed!"
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One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
However, if there is one flaw in women,
It is that they forget their worth.
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But peaceful kings, o'er martial people set, each other's poise and counterbalance are.
Dryden.
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In the spirit of science, there really is no such thing as a "failed experiment." Any test that yields valid data is a valid test.
Adam Savage
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'give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please!'
Joni Mitchell
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'A warrior’s ultimate act is to lay down his sword.'
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A bullet sounds the same in any language!
Stewie
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They . . . like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.
Shakespeare
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The highest result of education is tolerance.
Helen Keller
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What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?
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for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.
Luke 16:8
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Never utter these words: I do not know this - therefore it is false. One must study to know, know to understand, understand to judge.
H. P. Blavatsky - Isis Unveiled, Vol. 1 - Science
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As within, so without: our karma is our choice.
Judy Harrow
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It's all about defending one's right to be different.
Roger Waters.
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Thus, the word "exoteric" is esoteric, and the word "esoteric" is exoteric.
Wikipedia
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Alcohol doesn’t make you say anything, it lets you say anything.
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Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise.
Alice Bailey.
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Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.
Euripides
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The Devils' greatest trick was to have man believe that there was no Devil.
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In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a
revolutionary act.
George Orwell
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The artist is the individual speaker through which the enigmas are explored
Nina Pak
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Forgiveness is such a precious thing in this world, as precious as life itself - for without one, the other is wasted.
Ðïvêr§ït¥.
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What moves on four in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?
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The tragedy of the liar lies not in that he cannot be believed by others, but in the fact that he cannot believe anyone else.
Jack Whyte
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The death of birth.
The title of chapter two from - The Ecology Of Commerce
by Paul Hawken.
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Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
Frank Outlaw
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What better way to lead someone astray than to help them prosper along the wrong path?
Safiyah Johnson
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The primary difference between an alchoholic and a drug addict is that the drug addict will help you look for the stash they stole from you.
Author Unknown
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Milk is milk. Then it gets churned into butter.
Butter is butter. Then it gets processed into ghee.
We reach points at where
the way we have been for a while no longer fits,
it becomes unstable and unable to continue.
Then we reach out into the unknown
and discover the next way we are to be.
Like a caterpiller becoming a butterfly.
Like a little girl growing up and becoming a mom.
Like a busy executive retiring to a beach.
Never fear the dance of change.
Buddha
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Do. Or do not. There is no try.
George Lucas
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I like everything more or less.
Krysta
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Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
Carl Jung
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We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
Jonathan Swift
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Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.
Blaise Pascal
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Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it; anything but live for it... Where true religion has prevented one crime, false religions have afforded a pretext for a thousand.
Charles Caleb Colton
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Religious wars tend to be extra furious. When people fight over territory for economic advantage, they reach the point where the battle isn't worth the cost and so compromise. When the cause is religious, compromise and concilliation seem to be evil.
Roger Shinn
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Doubt is our product since it is the best means of creating a controversy in the public's mind.
Brown & Williamson Tobacco Company (Internal memo)
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None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
Goethe
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One hundred percent of what is collected, is absorbed soley by interest on the Federal debt. All individual income tax revenues are gone before one nickel is spent on the services taxpayers expect from government
The Grace Commision Report
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Those who vote decide nothing.
Those who count the votes decide everything.
Josef Stalin
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A truth presented by Satan himself is just as true as a truth stated by God. Accept truth wherever you find it, no matter what it contradicts.
Charles Taze Russel
July 1879 Issue of Zion's Watchtower
Wathctower Magazine - Issue
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I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Truth, of Light and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.
Author Unknown To Me
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To see things in the seed, that is genius.
Lao Tzu
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The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu’s dictum:
Those who know do not say;
Those who say do not know.
When the master entered, they asked him what the words meant. Said the master, "Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?"
All of them indicated that they knew.
Then he said, "put it into words."
All of them were silent.
Anthony De Mello
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The best things can't be told, because they transcend thought. The second best are misunderstood, because those are the thoughts that are supposed to refer to that which can't be thought about, and one gets stuck in the thoughts. The third best are what we talk about.
Heinrich Zimmer
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Knowing where you come from is one thing, but it's suicide to stay there.
Dennis Covington
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Whether you think you can, or think you can't... Your right.
Henry Ford
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What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Saint Augustine
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Show me proof that there is a God, you say. I say use your telescopes to look to the heavens, and tell me how there could not be a God.
Dan Brown
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You are a child of God. He is father of your spirit. Spiritually you are of noble birth, the offspring of the King of Heaven. Fix that truth in your mind and hold to it. However many generations in your mortal ancestry, no matter what race or people you represent, the pedigree of your spirit can be written on a single line. You are a child of God!
Boyd K. Packer
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The greatest reward lies in making the discovery; recognition can add little or nothing to that.
Franz Ernst Neumann
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The deepest-lying and most pervasive part of character is disposition: it accompanies us everywhere, and shows itself in all we do. It is the attitude of the soul toward life, the way in which we accept our situation and our daily experiences. On the inner side it gives color and tone to our own conscious life: on the outer side it pervades and modifies our conduct toward others and our reactions to events. A good disposition is indispensable to good character, though of course not all of character; without it one cannot hope for perfection; even with it one may fail through lack of higher elements.
Edward O. Sisson
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Next to God, we are indebted to women. First for life itself, and then for making it worth having.
Christian Bovee
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I thank God for my handicaps, for, through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God.
Helen Keller
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One single grateful thought raised to Heaven is the most perfect prayer.
G.E. Lessing
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it taught me that we must look at the lens through which we see the world, as well as the world we see, and that the lens itself shapes how we interpret the world.
Steven R. Covey - Page 17 The Seven Habits Of Highly Effective People
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It is better to be blind and have vision - than to be able to see and have none.
Heinrich Wagner
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The secret of joy in work is contained in one word – Excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
Pearl S Buck
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Death is the beginning of awe.
Darren Aronofsky
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All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.
Bruce Lee
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Reality is the interval between two thoughts.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
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It is hardly possible to overrate the value…of placing human beings in contact with persons dissimilar to themselves, and with modes of thought and action unlike those with which they are familiar… Such communication has always been…one of the primary sources of progress.
John Stuart Mill
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There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone else.
Peyton Conway March
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The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
Author unknown (to me.)
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The only permanence is change.
Author unknown (to me.)
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Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.
Victor Borge
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Strike against war, for without you no battles can be fought!
Helen Keller
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Every endeavor has it's process.
Tom Clancy
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From the Rubaiyat
by: Abu ol-Fath ebn-Ebrahim 'Omar ol-Khayyami of Nishapur
Verse 51
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on:
Nor all thy piety nor wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line:
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
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Verse 9
A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness -
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow
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Verse 73
Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire.
Would not we shatter it to bits---and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
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Verse 27
Myself when young
did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint,
and heard great Argument
About it and about:
but evermore
Came out by the same door
as in I went.
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Verse 28
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd---
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
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By Byron
My sould Is Dark
My Soul is dark - Oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
It's melting murmurs O'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
that sound shall charm it forth again;
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell the minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart shall burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once, or yield to song.
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The Tear (Excerp)
When friendship or love our sympathies move,
when truth in a glance should appear,
The lips may beguile, with a dimple or smile,
but the test of affection's a tear.
Too oft is a smile but the hypocrites wile,
to mask detestation or fear;
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
is diminished for a time with a tear.
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By W.H Davies
Forgiveness
Stung by a spiteful wasp
I let him go life free.
That proved the difference in him and me
For, had I killed my foe,
It had proved me at once
the stronger wasp and no more difference.
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Leisure.
What is this life, if full of care.
We have no time to stop and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
and stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see in broad daylight,
streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauties glance,
and watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
we have no time to stop and stare.
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain,
If I can ease on life the aching,
or cool one pain, or help one fainting Robin
unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson.
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Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out -
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
Edwin Markham
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The Coin
Into my hearts treasury
I slipped a coin
that time cannot take
Nor thief purloin,
Oh better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.
Sarah Teasdale
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The Students' Tale
The Cobbler Of Hagenau
Our ingress into the world
was naked and bare;
Our progress through the world
is trouble and care;
Our egress from the world
will be nobody knows where.
But if we do well here,
we shall do well there.
Thus sang the cobbler at his work.
Longfellow.
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The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Excerp)
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flatteing word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword.
Oscar Wilde.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
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Let me arise.
Let me arise and open the gate,
to breathe the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death.
Violet Fane
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THE DEDICATED LIFE
O man of earth! canst thou say
"I am ready, God;
I dedicated by life to Thee?
Use my life as Thou wouldst see,
A benefit that it shall be
To my fellow man.
May my eyes see for Thee
The pain expressed in the urchin's face,
Distress upon the wayward's brow.
Use my feet, O Father God!
That I may walk in paths on earth
As Thou wouldst have me walk,
That I may carry
Thy message of Light, Thy message of Life,
To man who in darkness dwells.
Use my hands, O Father God!
To reach to them who need Thy help,
To bestow Thy blessings and to receive
Only that, O Lord of Hosts! only that
Which comes from Thee.
Take my Life and let it be
Dedicated unto Thee."
Elizabeth.
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'Time forgives you, and rinses your mouth with forgetfulness. It drains me off quietly and all I can do is watch and swallow.'
Saeth.
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Alas that now from our midst you are gone
In spite of the pain you resist, you are gone
Once the circle of friends you blissed
Now with the dust of ants and snakes blissed, you are gone.
What of all the knowledge you endlessly list
What of such mind, in the secret list you are gone.
What of the helping hand the once would assist
What of the feet that gardens assist, you are gone.
Gentle and kind, people you charmed and wist
Then earth’s dust your dust wist, you are gone.
Your sweet replies no more persist
No more tongue that can persist, you are gone.
Jealously repented, strove to desist
Pilgrim of death, from living itself desist, you are gone.
Whither to, can’t see your dust nor your mist
This bloody path, disappearing mist, you are gone.
Silent O heart, tongue shackles your soul’s wrist
What use the flames that turn and twist, you are gone.
Rumi 171
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'I have revealed my wings to you
instead of attempting to clip them
you helped me fly.'
From Reveal Truths Untold by Adrienne
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Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.
Helen Keller
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The King On The High Hill
There was once a beloved king whose castle was on a high hill, overlooking his shire. He was so popular that the nearby townspeople sent him gifts daily, and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom. The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.
One day, tragedy struck the town. The water supply was polluted, and so those who drank from it went insane.
Soon after the tragedy, the townspeople began speaking of how the king was acting “strangely” and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. Many even went so far as to say that the king had gone crazy. His popularity soon vanished. No longer did the people bring him gifts or celebrate his birthday.
The lonely king, high on the hill, had no company at all. One day he decided to leave the hill and pay a visit to the town. It was a warm day, and so he drank from the village fountain.
That night there was a great celebration. The people all rejoiced, for their beloved king had “regained his sanity.”
Millman
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"That reminds me of a story . . . " "There was once a man who had a computer, and he asked it, "Do you compute that you will ever be able to think like a human being?" And after assorted grindings and beepings, a slip of paper came out of the computer that said, "That reminds me of a story . . . "
Gregory Bateson
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"An old man and his son worked a small farm, with only one horse to pull the plow. One day, the horse ran away.
"How terrible," sympathized the neighbors. " What bad luck."
"Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck," the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned from the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
"What wonderful luck!" said the neighbors.
"Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?" answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tame one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
"How terrible. What bad luck!"
"Bad luck? Good Luck?"
The army came to all the farms to take the young men for war, but the farmer's son was of no use to them, so he was spared.
"Good? Bad? Who knows?"
Millman.
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Two monks, one old, one very young, walked along a muddy path in a rain forest, on their way back to a monastery in Japan.
They came upon a lovely woman who stood helplessly at the edge of a muddy, fast flowing stream.
Seeing her predicament, the older monk swept her up in his strong arms and carried her across. She smiled at him, her arms around his neck, until he put her gently down on the other side.
Thanking him, she bowed, and the monks continued on their way in silence. As they neered the monastery gates, the young monk could no longer contain himself.
"How could you carry a beautiful woman in your arms? Such behavior does not seem proper for a priest". The old monk looked at his companion, replying, "I left her back there. Are you still carrying her?"
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A mother brought her young son to Mahatma Gandhi. She begged, "Please, Mahatma. Tell my son to stop eating sugar."
Gandhi paused, then said, "Bring your son back in two weeks." Puzzled, the woman thanked him and said that she would do as he had asked.
Two weeks later, she returned with her son. Gandhi looked the youngster in the eye and said, "Stop eating sugar."
Grateful but bewildered, the woman asked, "Why did you tell me to bring him back in two weeks? You could have told him the same thing then."
Gandhi replied, "Two weeks ago, I was eating sugar."
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There once was a people who lived their entire lives within a cave of illusions.
After generations, they came to believe that their own shadows, cast upon the walls, were the substance of reality. Only the myths and religious tales spoke of a brighter possibility.
Obsessed with the shadow-play, the people became accustomed to,
And imprisoned by, their dark reality.
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The air was cold, nightfall was fast approaching, and still she could not find a suitable place to land. And so, weak with cold and exhaustion the bird plummeted from the sky.
As luck would have it, she fell onto a haystack, bouncing once and landing in the dirt of the farmyard. Cold and shivering, she lay there unable to move.
Presently a cow came along, and passing over her, deposited a very large crap directly on top of the bird. Laying there under the pile of crap, the bird began to feel warm and soon felt strength returning to her wings. After a time the bird became strong enough to attempt escaping the pile of dung.
During the course of her struggles, the farmyard cat took notice. Coming over to the dung pile the cat proceeded to paw the dung away and eat the bird.
The moral of the story is; those who take a dump on you are not always trying to do you harm, and those digging you out of a tight spot are not necessarily there to help you.
Author Unknown
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There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.
But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.
He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.
Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them. 'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.'
He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'
Luke 16:19-31
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Have you ever heard the story of Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, And Nobody
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
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Once, when Ibrahim, son of Adham, was king, he galloped in the track of a deer he was hunting, until he became entirely separated from his soldiers, leaving them far behind. His horse was weary and covered with sweat, but still he chased on. After passing far into the desert wilderness, the deer suddenly stopped, turned back its face and said, “You were not created for this. Beingness was not brought forth from not-being for you to hunt me. Even if you catch me, what will you have accomplished?”
From the Discourse of Rumi
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When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said, "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, " I am sorry. We did all we could, but your boy did not make it." Sally said in such sorrow, " Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you God, when my son needed you?" the surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. " Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, " It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for study. He said it might help somebody else. " I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom. " She went on, " My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last 6 months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
" Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just cause I'm not around to say " I Love You" I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be lonely, that's ok with me. he can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures yet when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus Himself took me to see God! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him. 'Where was He when I needed Him? ' " God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. he needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer his all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand the pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed With Love from
God, Jesus & Me
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When he awoke, the song was there.
It's melody beckoned and begged him to sing it.
It hung upon the wind and settled in the meadows where he walked.
He knew it's lovely words and could have sung it all, but feared to sing a song whose harmony was far too perfect for the human ear to understand.
And still at midnight it stirred him to awareness, and with it's haunting melody it drew him with a curious mystery to stand before an open window.
In rhapsody it played among the stars.
It rippled through Andromeda and deepened Vega's hues.
It swirled in heavy strains from galaxy to galaxy and gave him back his very fingerprint.
"Sing the Song" the heavens seemed to cry. "We never could have been without the melody that you alone can sing."
Calvin Miller - The Singer Trilogy.
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One day a young Buddhist on his journey home, came to the banks of a wide river. staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. the young buddhist yells over to the teacher, "oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river"?
the teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, "my son, you are on the other side".
Author Unknown To Me.
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The House Of 1000 Mirrors
Long ago, in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the Hous of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway of the house with his earls lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his surprise he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with thier tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smile just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked in through the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
Japanese Folktale - Author Unknown To Me.
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The Starfish
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean. He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?" The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean." "I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man. To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die." Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!" At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."
The man left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. He soon returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.
Loren Eiseley
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