"And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret. But if in you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house....And to know that all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit, And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching."
sure, this girl has played with these two pages of The Prophet before; my love for Kahlil knows no bounds, it's a wonder he isn't here to meet you every single day offering something profound.
It's about this binding, of one to another -- having such an affectionate relationship with our livelihood and its connection with each other, that it becomes this mighty force for good; and it's this place of virtue, having our work be in relationship with the whole, that ultimately brings true satisfaction, tying our self-worth with the value we bring to others in the most beneficial of ways.
Can you just imagine living in this kind of community, in true community with one another?
As well, there is this part: "You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary."
And thus, let's run to the light as fast and furious as we possibly can, right?!
OH the value of being mindful as to what we allow to take hold in the cornerstones of our own mind! How can one even hope to live so much as a hopeful life, if all that is really heard, day after day, is built upon pessimism, weakness, weariness, or not having enough?
It precisely illustrates what happened in the 2016 presidential election. The vote was split between pessimists and optimists, the glum and the great, the hopeless and the hopeful. It sure doesn't take a science rocket to figure that one out...teehee.
As another moment in The Prophet ricochets off the page: "If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind."
How beautiful mind is that?
In some strange way, the news of the failure of the repeal and replacement bill in the senate, makes me proud; for there is evidence of critical thinking afoot. Unlike the Left's woeful, follow-the-leader approach, where each and every one of them comes out to the podium saying the very same talking points verbatim, sounding more like robots, talking heads, and bobbling to boot -- the Right side of the aisle seems to be thinking, critically, of all that is at stake, as each individual mind is coming to the table of negotiation for the betterment of the whole (leftists and progressives and conservatives alike, mind you).
OH GO Gibran -- "You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link."
It's mad men meeting up with mad science meeting up with the mad masses and coming up with a mad, bad-ass scheme to turn this madness around. boom. OH my, the options, the possibilities, the greatest healthcare system on the planet, has a fighting chance to stay alive. OH me OH my.
In some crazy way, this morning finds me feeling so optimistic, I can't stand it.
But that's all I got, today; a quickie, I know.
It's all about the OH; one big fat O....for optimism, people, for optimism.
Make it a Good Day, G