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Saturday, October 28, 2006

THE REPUBLIC

by Plato
(360 B.C.)

Socrates:

And the different forms of government make laws democratical, aristocratical, tyrannical, with a view to their several interests; and these laws, which are made by them for their own interests, are the justice which they deliver to their subjects, and him who transgresses them they punish as a breaker of the law, and unjust. And that is what I mean when I say that in all states there is the same principle of justice, which is the interest of the government; and as the government must be supposed to have power, the only reasonable conclusion is, that everywhere there is one principle of justice, which is the interest of the stronger.

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There can be no double standards in a civilized society. If one individual is to be treated, in a certain way, in the name of justice, then all persons must be subjected to a like justice.

Dick Cheney, I would like to see you take in a good game of, dunk in the water, before our full senate, as part of a hearing to determine how much money was paid to Halliburton, and if it is currently considered too dangerous for Halliburton to do any work in Iraq. Are they then living off our taxpayer dollars, without any work being done, as our new bunch of lazy subterfuges, on public welfare? Could we then, please ask for this money to be returned? Or, is this too much to ask?

-Mark Robert Gates

THE ANALECTS of CONFUCIUS

Confucius as attributed by Lao Zi, translated by James Legge

Part 2, The Virtue;

The Master said, "If the people be led by laws,

and uniformity sought to be given them by punishments,

they will try to avoid the punishment,

but have no sense of shame.

"If they be led by virtue, and uniformity sought

to be given them by the rules of propriety,

they will have the sense of shame,

and moreover will become good."

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Analects#Part_2_-_The_Virtue

PEACE AS IN A VERB

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LIKE "DOVE" A PEACE FLOWS

Romans 8:6

ὸ γὰρ φρόνημα τῆς σαρκὸς

θάνατος, τὸ δὲ φρόνημα του

πνεύματος ζωὴ καὶ εἰρήνη·


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-Greek New Testament (Majority Text)



© 2006, God’s, Christ’s and our’ Holy Spirit’s, as attributed by, Mark Robert Gates

Romans 8:6; We have the
inclination the body dies,
moreover, we also, have the
mindset, life, and so peace.

Translation by, Mark Robert Gates

One is invited to notice, a necessity exists,
of acknowledging, Paul's use of 'peace,
as he does here, being, as in a verb.

If we replace, peace, with another verb,

as in, "and so run."

We see how this sentence structure

is built on a, use of, a final verb,

moreover, when not using, peace,

as in a verb, one can verily notice,

run, as, heavyness in our heart.

Only, then use, peace, here as in a verb,

does one's heart, again,

feel peace, as an overcoming,

in one's now free heart,

and as taught by Christ;

all lightness of His Yoke.

And, we all may share together,

all eternity spent, in peace.

-Mark Robert Gates

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

THE ANATOMY of MELANCHOLY

Robert Burton

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burton_%28scholar%29

Courtesy of Project Gutenburg

THE AUTHOR'S: ABSTRACT OF MELANCHOLY

When I go musing all alone
Thinking of divers things fore-known.
When I build castles in the air,
Void of sorrow and void of fear,
Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet,
Methinks the time runs very fleet.
All my joys to this are folly,
Naught so sweet as melancholy.


When I lie waking all alone,
Recounting what I have ill done,
My thoughts on me then tyrannise,
Fear and sorrow me surprise,
Whether I tarry still or go,
Methinks the time moves very slow.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so mad as melancholy.


When to myself I act and smile,
With pleasing thoughts the time beguile,
By a brook side or wood so green,
Unheard, unsought for, or unseen,
A thousand pleasures do me bless,
And crown my soul with happiness.
All my joys besides are folly,
None so sweet as melancholy.


When I lie, sit, or walk alone,
I sigh, I grieve, making great moan,
In a dark grove, or irksome den,
With discontents and Furies then,
A thousand miseries at once
Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce,
All my griefs to this are jolly,
None so sour as melancholy.


Methinks I hear, methinks I see,
Sweet music, wondrous melody,
Towns, palaces, and cities fine;
Here now, then there; the world is mine,
Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine,
Whate'er is lovely or divine.
All other joys to this are folly,
None so sweet as melancholy.


Methinks I hear, methinks I see
Ghosts, goblins, fiends; my phantasy
Presents a thousand ugly shapes,
Headless bears, black men, and apes,
Doleful outcries, and fearful sights,
My sad and dismal soul affrights.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
None so damn'd as melancholy.


Methinks I court, methinks I kiss,
Methinks I now embrace my mistress.
O blessed days, O sweet content,
In Paradise my time is spent.
Such thoughts may still my fancy move,
So may I ever be in love.
All my joys to this are folly,
Naught so sweet as melancholy.


When I recount love's many frights,
My sighs and tears, my waking nights,
My jealous fits; O mine hard fate
I now repent, but 'tis too late.
No torment is so bad as love,
So bitter to my soul can prove.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so harsh as melancholy.


Friends and companions get you gone,
'Tis my desire to be alone;
Ne'er well but when my thoughts and I
Do domineer in privacy.
No Gem, no treasure like to this,
'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss.
All my joys to this are folly,
Naught so sweet as melancholy.


'Tis my sole plague to be alone,
I am a beast, a monster grown,
I will no light nor company,
I find it now my misery.
The scene is turn'd, my joys are gone,
Fear, discontent, and sorrows come.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so fierce as melancholy.


I'll not change life with any king,
I ravisht am: can the world bring
More joy, than still to laugh and smile,
In pleasant toys time to beguile?
Do not, O do not trouble me,
So sweet content I feel and see.
All my joys to this are folly,
None so divine as melancholy.


I'll change my state with any wretch,
Thou canst from gaol or dunghill fetch;
My pain's past cure, another hell,
I may not in this torment dwell!
Now desperate I hate my life,
Lend me a halter or a knife;
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so damn'd as melancholy.

http://www.gutenberg.org/catalog/world/readfile?fk_files=45516

THE FLOWER

Alfred Tennyson


Once in a golden hour
  I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
  The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
  Thro' my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
  Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
  It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
  Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
  By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried
  `Splendid is the flower.'

Read my little fable:
  He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
  For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
  And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
  Call it but a weed.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

THE DAFFODILS

by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Monday, October 23, 2006

THE FIRST KISS of LOVE - Wikisource: by Lord Byron

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Ha barbitos de chordais
Er ota mounon aechei.—ANACREON

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove;
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,
Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow,
Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.

If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,
Or the Nine be dispos'd from your service to rove,
Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse,
And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,
Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove;
I court the effusions that spring from the heart,
Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,
Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move:
Arcadia displays but a region of dreams;
What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?

Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,
From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove;
Some portion of Paradise still is on earth,
And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove—
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.

December 23, 1806."


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