Troubled Water

«The lion asked him, "Is it true, sir, that the earth is breaking up? " "Yes, sir, I saw it," said the hare. "Where were you when you saw it?" "In the forest in a palm grove mixed with belli trees. I was lying there under a palm at the foot of a belli tree, thinking, 'If this earth were destroyed, what would become of me?' At that very moment I heard the sound of the earth breaking up and I fled." From this explanation, the lion realized exactly what had really happened, but he wanted to verify his conclusions and demonstrate the truth to the other animals. He gently calmed the animals and said, "I will take the hare and go to find out whether or not the earth is coming to an end where he says it is. Until we return, stay here." Placing the hare on his tawny back, he raced with great speed back to that grove. Then he put the hare down and said, "Come, show me the place you meant." "I don't da...

«He did not sleep all night, and as it happens to many and many a man who reads the Gospels he understood for the first time the full meaning of the words read so often before but passed by unnoticed. He imbibed all these necessary, important and joyful revelations as a sponge imbibes water. And all he read seemed so familiar and seemed to confirm, to form into a conception, what he had known long ago, but had never realised and never quite believed. Now he realised and believed it, and not only realised and believed that if men would obey these laws they would obtain the highest blessing they can attain to, he also realised and believed that the only duty of every man is to fulfil these laws; that in this lies the only reasonable meaning of life, that every stepping aside from these laws is a mistake which is immediately followed by retribution. This flowed from the whole of the teaching, and was most strongly and clearly illustrated in the parable of the vineyard. The husbandm...

Estás aqui comigo à sombra do sol escrevo e oiço certos ruídos domésticos e a luz chega-me humildemente pela janela e dói-me um braço e sei que sou o pior aspecto do que sou Estás aqui comigo e sou sumamente quotidiano e tudo o que faço ou sinto como que me veste de um pijama que uso para ser também isto este bicho de hábitos manias segredos defeitos quase todos desfeitos quando depois lá fora na vida profissional ou social só sou um nome e sabem o que sei o que faço ou então sou eu que julgo que o sabem e sou amável selecciono cuidadosamente os gestos e escolho as palavras e sei que afinal posso ser isso talvez porque aqui sentado dentro de casa sou outra coisa esta coisa que escreve e tem uma nódoa na camisa e só tem de exterior a manifestação desta dor neste braço que afecta tudo o que faço bem entendido o que faço com este braço Estás aqui comigo e à volta são as paredes e posso passar de sala para sala a pensar noutra coisa e dizer aqui é a sala de estar aqui...

Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand. From Helicon's refulgent heights attend, Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend: To tell her glories with a faithful tongue, Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song. Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes, Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, And soft captivity involves the mind. Imagination! who can sing thy force? Or who describe the swiftness of thy course? Soaring through air to find the bright abode, Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God, We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, And leave the rolling universe behind: From star to star the mental optics rove, Measure the skies, and range the realms above. There in one view we grasp the mighty whole, Or with new worlds amaze th...