Monday, November 26, 2012



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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Begin to be now what you will be hereafter...

Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.
Our deepest guide in our beginning to be, is our imagination.
Our ability to project, and mold our future selves from the myriad possibilities before us.
And to imagine takes courage and effort.
But it gives us hope too, hope that we can author our own destinies...
Hope that rightness of the decisions we make now will be borne out in the future.
As much as we can be overwhelmed by the world, we can also draw hope from it.
From beauty, from promise, from the simple fact that we have the talent to imagine our future selves from all the possible lives that pass before our eyes.
We must imagine our lives well.
We must engage our conscience.
Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.
-William James, Philospher

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Thoughts are Things

I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They're endowed with bodies and breath and wings;
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth's remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet, so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose, then, thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate.
-- Henry Van Dyke

Monday, November 5, 2012

My Ceiling the Sky

"My ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermon the stones,
my parson's a wolf on a pulpit of bones."
- Allen McCanless (cowboy poet) 1885