HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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MAY 25, 1803
We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul.
The Over Soul, Ralph Waldo Emerson
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8 comments:
Happy Birthday Mr. Emerson!
"The Wise Silence!"
Wait 'til Walt see's that! :^)
Thanks, QP!
Evenin' Ben.
Nothin' saturated about those words....they are loaded with meaning, ifn you get my meaning
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As a young man, I was mightily impressed that Emerson's middle name was "Waldo," which I had at times been nicknamed by unkind playmates and schoolyard bullies that regarded me as but a victim.
Ha! Guess I showed them!
I connect up the idea of Oversoul with the idea of Pleroma -- but Wiki makes no connection, so perhaps I'm slurring my words. I was grasping at this some time back when I found this -- but upon re-reading it, I feel no great clarity come over me.
Anyway, Happy B-Day, Waldo!
Well, Mr. Blogger sez those links for Oversoul and Pleroma are no good.
Let's try these:
Pleroma
Sorry!
Good Grief! I said these:
Sorry redux.
This is:
1- Not on purpose.
2- Not my fault.
Oversoul
Can I go home now?
About that clarity thing - I often feel like "Little Flower" who penned these words; only I don't take up
>The Word nearly as much as I should...intimate contact with Truth...oooo, don't want get that close. Can I go home now?
"Sometimes, when I read spiritual treatises, in which perfection is shown with a thousand obstacles in the way and a host of illusions round about it, my poor little mind soon grows weary, I close the learned book, which leaves my head splitting and my heart parched, and I take the Holy Scriptures. Then all seems luminous, a single word opens up infinite horizons to my soul, perfection seems easy; I see that it is enough to realize one's nothingness, and give oneself wholly, like a child, into the arms of the good God. Leaving to great souls, great minds, the fine books I cannot understand, I rejoice to be little because 'only children, and those who are like them, will be admitted to the heavenly banquet'."
Saint Therese de Lisieux
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