October 2010
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The struggle itself toward the heights is enough...
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor…..
At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, Sisyphus returning toward his rock, in that slight...
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For I hear its gentle voice calling for God in the...
I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains. I cannot act mute Hearing the world’s loneliness Crying near the Beloved’s heart. My love for God is such That I could dance with Him tonight without you, But I would rather have you there. Is your caravan lost? It is, If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness, Or weep From being cut deep with the awareness Of the...
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