GOD PROTECTS YOUR SOUL - Amor Vincit Omnia

Blinding ignorance does mislead us.
O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!
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For once you have tasted flight
you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards,
for there you have been
and there you will long to return.
- Leonardo da Vinci

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"What you leave behind
is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
but
what is woven into the lives of others."
- Pericles

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So now your poets
Have all put down their pens
The only songs to sing
Are those sung again
- Ben Harper



-> music
press play on youtube while music plays for a thought-provoking experience...



And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes...

"The Mystery of the Universe" by Rassouli
(one of my favorite artists)

Dust

When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;

When your swift hair is quiet in death,
And through the lips corruption thrust
Has still'd the labour of my breath -
When we are dust, when we are dust!

Not dead, not undesirous yet,
Still sentient, still unsatisfied,
We'll ride the air, and shine, and flit,
Around the places where we died,

And dance as dust before the sun,
And light of foot and unconfined,
Hurry from road to road, and run
About the errands of the wind.

And every mote, on earth or air,
Will speed and gleam, down later days,
And like a secret pilgrim fare
By eager and invisible ways,

Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,
Till, beyond thinking, out of view,
One mote of all the dust that's I
Shall meet one atom that was you.

Then in some garden hush'd from wind,
Warm in a sunset's afterglow,
The lovers in the flowers will find
A sweet and strange unquiet grow

Upon the peace; and, past desiring,
So high a beauty in the air,
And such a light, and such a quiring,
And such a radiant ecstasy there,

They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,
Or out of earth, or in the height,
Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,
Or two that pass, in light, to light,

Out of the garden, higher, higher. . . .
But in that instant they shall learn
The shattering ecstasy of our fire,
And the weak passionless hearts will burn

And faint in that amazing glow,
Until the darkness close above;
And they will know - poor fools, they'll know!
One moment, what it is to love.

-- Rupert Brooke

below is a letter a father wrote to his son's teacher when he found out his son was misbehaving at school , i always keep it under my pillow and read it



Dear Teacher,

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.

But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…

Teach him for every enemy there is
a friend,
It will take time, I know;
but teach him if you can,
that a dollar earned is of far more value than five found…

Teach him to learn to lose…
and also to enjoy winning.

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…

Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat…

Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong…

Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on
the band wagon…

Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if u can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,

Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…

Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.

Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.

Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine fellow,
my son!



Written by the 16th President - Abraham Lincoln.

Cura ut valeas
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Curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent
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Mens sana in corpore sano



And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--
"said the little prince so he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox.
"But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed."
*Antoine de Saint-Exupery,
The Little Prince*

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The world is round
and the place which may seem like the end
may also be the beginning.
~Ivy Baker Priest

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You're searching...
For things that don't exist;
I mean beginnings.
Ends and beginnings - there are no such things.
There are only middles.
~Robert Frost,
Mountain Interval, "In the Home Stretch"