And now to bore you yet again....
So I realize that I seem to be stuck in a thought process that I can't seem to exactly iron out. I have noticed of late that my posts continue to come back to one underlying theme. And I probably need to put it to rest very soon, to ease my poor little head....but before I do I have one more quote that I feel a need to share. I am a fan of quotes and also a disliker of quotes. I do not appreciate how some people spout quotes forth like they themselves are intelligent because one knows full well they are using quotes to sound that way because they have no intelligent thoughts of their own. They must hide behind some supposed authority instead of braving to express their own thoughts. BLECH to that! So forgive me if you have felt that way about my use of quotes. It is just that sometimes someone before me has expressed so beautifully a thought that I feel floating in my head. In those times I feel compelled to use the quote that was so eloquently written.
Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition whose branches grow in the power of continunity.
My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings it way into the sea. Then it rises as vapor into the sky.
Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake.
My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every dirction and finds pleasure in its swaying.
Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it.
My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam
In my thought there is only one universal religion whose vaired paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.
In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared.
My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Take from Spiritual Sayings of Kahlil Gibran
Now please don't ask me exactly why this caught my eye because I am not sure that I can say.
Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition whose branches grow in the power of continunity.
My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings it way into the sea. Then it rises as vapor into the sky.
Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake.
My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every dirction and finds pleasure in its swaying.
Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it.
My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam
In my thought there is only one universal religion whose vaired paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.
In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared.
My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Take from Spiritual Sayings of Kahlil Gibran
Now please don't ask me exactly why this caught my eye because I am not sure that I can say.
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