I dreamt I lay upon a grassy place;
And when I felt the noonday overhead,
That gently burnt and bit my hands and face,
I thought at last, Then surely I am dead
And here I lie and slumber all the years.
But someone spoke, and I awoke, in tears.
Enoch Powell
And when I felt the noonday overhead,
That gently burnt and bit my hands and face,
I thought at last, Then surely I am dead
And here I lie and slumber all the years.
But someone spoke, and I awoke, in tears.
Enoch Powell
This mountain sea-coast is real,
For it reaches out far into past and future;
It is part of the great and timeless excellence of things. A few
Lean cows drift high up the bronze hill;
The heavy-necked plow-team furrows the foreland, gulls tread the furrow;
Time ebbs and flows but the rock remains.
Two riders of tired horses canter on the cloudy ridge;
Topaz-eyed hawks have the white air;
Or a woman with jade-pale eyes, hiding a knife in her hand,
Goes through cold rain over gray grass.
God is here, too, secretly smiling, the beautiful power
That piles up cities for the poem of their fall
And gathers multitude like game to be hunted when the season comes.
For it reaches out far into past and future;
It is part of the great and timeless excellence of things. A few
Lean cows drift high up the bronze hill;
The heavy-necked plow-team furrows the foreland, gulls tread the furrow;
Time ebbs and flows but the rock remains.
Two riders of tired horses canter on the cloudy ridge;
Topaz-eyed hawks have the white air;
Or a woman with jade-pale eyes, hiding a knife in her hand,
Goes through cold rain over gray grass.
God is here, too, secretly smiling, the beautiful power
That piles up cities for the poem of their fall
And gathers multitude like game to be hunted when the season comes.
Forwarded from Esoteric Bowdenism
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"When the emphasis of life is put on the 'beyond' rather than on life itself-
when it is put on nothingness -, then the emphasis has been completely
removed from life. The enormous lie of personal immortality destroys
all reason, everything natural in the instincts, - everything beneficial and
life-enhancing in the instincts, everything that guarantees the future, now
arouses mistrust. To live in this way, so that there is no point to life any
more, this now becomes the 'meaning' of life ... What is the point of public
spirit, of being grateful for your lineage or for your ancestors, what is the
point of working together, of confidence, of working towards any sort of
common goal or even keeping one in mind? ... These are all so many
'temptations', so many diversions from the 'proper path' - 'one thing is
necessary' ... That as immortal souls, everyone is on the same level as
everyone else, that in the commonality of all beings, the 'salvation' of each
individual lays claim to an eternal significance, that the small-minded
and the half-mad can think well of themselves, that the laws of nature
are constantly broken for their sake - you cannot heap enough contempt
on this, every type of selfishness increasing shamelessly to the point of infinity."
- Fredrich Nietzsche
when it is put on nothingness -, then the emphasis has been completely
removed from life. The enormous lie of personal immortality destroys
all reason, everything natural in the instincts, - everything beneficial and
life-enhancing in the instincts, everything that guarantees the future, now
arouses mistrust. To live in this way, so that there is no point to life any
more, this now becomes the 'meaning' of life ... What is the point of public
spirit, of being grateful for your lineage or for your ancestors, what is the
point of working together, of confidence, of working towards any sort of
common goal or even keeping one in mind? ... These are all so many
'temptations', so many diversions from the 'proper path' - 'one thing is
necessary' ... That as immortal souls, everyone is on the same level as
everyone else, that in the commonality of all beings, the 'salvation' of each
individual lays claim to an eternal significance, that the small-minded
and the half-mad can think well of themselves, that the laws of nature
are constantly broken for their sake - you cannot heap enough contempt
on this, every type of selfishness increasing shamelessly to the point of infinity."
- Fredrich Nietzsche