A bug faces into the wind.
A man with nothing has at least his name.
《home》
the man had no home
just mags with hags and even
his very own name.
A bug faces into the wind.
A man with nothing has at least his name.
《home》
the man had no home
just mags with hags and even
his very own name.
Fear finds the able man lame.
Mankind is not born with equal ability, but without equal opportunity, true ability is never to be.
Life bears only the rules we impose on it.
Silence is often, not a slight, but a stall.
One needn’t give up sight of the pear to savor the peach.
The distant rose bears no thorns; but neither is her scent to be savored.
The curse of the woman is simply thus: if a she is to truly know a man, she must sacrifice her flesh that he might share his mind.
Great is the leader who can unite foes, not in purpose, but in recognizing similarity, extending fellowship, and furthering understanding.
Make-believe in childhood makes belief in adulthood.
Judge only those with whom you can empathize.
Tomorrow will not feed the hunger of today.
Worry only of today’s hunger, and tomorrow will feed itself.
If one follows their gut, they will always have guts.
When information is framed, only education is tied, only knowledge sentenced, only wisdom slain.
Excuse befits the guilty; truth befits the innocent.
Hold a man to his capacity to err, and he will fail; hold the same man to his level of ability, and he will succeed.
When the Future quarrels with the Present, only the Past has the last word.
Complaining differs from venting, in that, it is with ability and without action to resolve the matter.
To be a friend, one must not lend a shoulder to lighten the burden, only lend an ear to lessen the brooding.
An omelette is not made by wishing for eggs.
Brilliant words only after brilliant eyes and brilliant ears.
《the night》
the night is a fickle lover
longing and lingering and
leaving me to morn.
《couth》
If one articulates
In triplets, would you say
one is high couth?
A fool before God is a fool after God.
Confidence is not a fair weather friend.
The summer still exists, though the snow falls with certainty.
A boy walks in a man’s shadow.
In a land far away, in a time long ago, there was a man who had enough and had he not just enough, but to excess had he. His hours were long, his toils sincere, and his earnings quite dear. He ate well, he lived well, and he slept well. For this was a man with enough to spare and did he, with others share. For this, he was well regarded by his brethren, kin and neighbor, too. Even his foes kept a fond distance, for they were few and their character untrue, with only the cowardice of envy to spare. And so, the man slept well and he lived well.
It was common in those times, as in times now, for like to live by like. And so it happened that in a dwelling nearby lived a second man, well to do as he was. This man, too, had more than enough, enough even to excess. He ate well and he lived well, but he did not sleep well. Though his hours were likewise long, his toils were not sincere. The wind hums in question, how were his earnings dear? With cunning and not without conniving, this second man pondered and plotted his hours away. He left his toils to others near, that they may have reason not to stray. And stray they did not, their fear keeping them near. His foes were neither few and ever nearer they drew. Respect for this man fell away; in its place, stood only their contempt. And so, the second man, though he lived seemingly well, did not sleep so well.
It was true in those times, as in times now, that where a mountain stands tall, a valley lays nearby. And so it were that a third man lived not so far from the first and second men. But though he ate well enough, he did not live well and he did not sleep well. His toils were many and his hours even more. And whilst he would utter not such words, it was for the second man that he toiled so. Neither foe had he, nor friends with which to be. His hours filled with anger true and one part angst, and toil alone did he. And so, the third man did not sleep well, because he did not live well.
It was inevitable in those days, as in days of now, that where the sun shines upon a tree, never the land below is a golden ray to see. And so there was a fourth man, who served below all the others. Of excess and its meaning he understood not, knowing it to be a thing only that he lacked. His toil was not much, his time of rest neither more. For his hours were long and he never knew when, if, it would end. Foes he had not; for nothing did they fear nor more was there to envy dear. Friends were likewise few, too afraid of filth to stand even near. He ate not well, and by no man’s standard did he live well. But he did sleep well. With little to weigh him down and not a regret to hold him back, only the night was his friend, ever to return and always to keep him until the morn. And so, the fourth man did not live well, but he slept so very well.
With a heavy heart do we toil away what otherwise would we idle, or with light heart shall we rest when the day has met its end and bids farewell the eve.
This story of four men is but a tale of two: two ways to eat, two ways to sleep, and keeping true –there are but two ways to live.
Suppose religion were superstition, that God were a god, that the creator were man.
The dreaming mind is a sleeping head.
Who wears a shoe is never at home.
A lawn seeded awaits a mowing.
The dry well is a desolate well.
A color is worn in a season’s time.
The single ply does not fray.
A smoking hand is an idle hand.
A ripened fruit falls from the vine; lo, the immature cling fast.
Is not a gem, before discovery, still a gem?
A gem is not formed overnight.
If not by drug, by religion, by love – by what do you fall?
The fool lives in an absolute world, in a limited way; the wise live in a relative world, in an unconditional way.
The hungry fool pays no heed to a rock; the wise, with a lift, is greeted with grubs.
The truth stands, but a lie lays low.
If mankind is not kind, what kind of man is he?