When attributes like courtesy seem insincere, what ails me? The litany of my words drowns out all others. My words are for me, not necessarily the reader. This voyage I was on by myself. Who invited the entourage? Affection and love have no existence here, He says. This is the arena of insight, not imitation, He declares. The truly righteous know that sincerity is the king of courtesy. O Hashem, stop my words, stop my attributes, for evil awoke me four hours ago on this mat, and I know that that soul awaits truth. I have 1st world problems in a city of Ahriman. Will I be despondent enough to know their pain? Or will their plight spark my vanity again? Sometimes silence exalts the downtrodden in the head of those who have had it easy. If your heart be so far away, how can I come to thee through small talk? There must be something true to you that would ignite the fire of Hashem.
Nella faccia del Senso e di Tutte Le Cose, come davanti al Nascimiento o alla Morte, si risolvono le domande ed anche noi con tutti i nuostri miraggi: siamo prima di tutto gli stessi bebé, impotenti, incapabili di vincere tutto solamente con la raggione, deboli come porcellana che neghiamo. I bebé che fanno lo stesso: sognano, piangiano, provano di capire, suffrono, osano, amano e passano così veloce ed invisibilemente come cenere. Saremo tutti giudicati e valorati nello stesso modo nell’equilibrio
For everyone’s been born to the same respect and grandiosity of porcelain. A hierarchy put in becoming slander
Dirigirse hacia alguien con su propio nombre es la prueba del respecto más grande que lo de usar todos esos títulos formales e innecesarios, como que enfocamos el otro ser como una persona de verdad y de carne, hueso y alma. Aclamamos su identidad, intimidad, que existe tan dolorosamente en realidad con todas las sensaciones como cualquier otra persona. A la vez la desnudamos y saludamos, con un coraje calmo
Sur l’une des significances des noms. Le reste de nous est la poudre d’étoile.
So, This is the way we leave today? I hoped and prayed and called God to say, It's okay.
So, Today, I walked past your father and he didn't even look me in the eyes. I don't want to be friends. I just want to make amends and leave the past behind, But this? Why? Is this the legacy I left behind?
I've done nothing but show respect. Now, I don't regret but I have to admit, I didn't expect this.
I've got to say I'm sad and disappointed, That His words anointed go unspoken. One could say it's true,
"Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you."
I'd almost say it's religious, I don't think it's ridiculous to ask, Take off your masks.