Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
I believe.
In spite of a world where words can mean anything, even the opposite that we tried to say and entire sentences mean absolutely nothing,
I still believe that men of good faith and good will, in spite of every very used (and abused) words, would for a small while, say those words that never been said and that mean exactly what we wanted to say ... forever.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
The eyes of a child ...
The eyes of a child smiled at me with a tear that was cried not so long ago.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
born
in Calw, Württemberg, Germany
July 02, 1877
died
August 09, 1962
website
http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literatu...
genre
Literature & Fiction, Poetry
influences
Jacob Burckhardt, Baruch Spinoza, Arthur Schopenhauer, Friedrich Nietzsche
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
Somehow we are going somewhere ...
... you ask me where to begin ...
... somehow I will find my way home ...
... you know your will to be free ...
... your friends are close by your side ...
... all starts at the end ...
... no question I am not alone
somehow I will find my way home.
Last edited by Duke of Buckingham; 07-18-13 at 07:59 AM.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
Once in a while I am caught between the desire and the need to stop posting and my will to help the team.
I come and go in waves, till I wake up the next day.
I wake up with a thought that I can post for one more day.
One more action.
One more step.
On the Marathon of life.
That is me and I can not change.
It is the Ocean inside me, trying to get out.
Ricardo Ferreira
Last edited by Duke of Buckingham; 07-19-13 at 10:33 AM.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
Here is an "Old School" phrase that was popular when I was a kid...
Keep up the great work Duke!
Peace.
Thanks F$ very nice as usual.
I never could understand that anguish of considering a man half guilty.
I know that things are not black or white, there are a lot of gray tones in between but not for this case.
For the one that died the true injustice is done and for the one (or ones) that killed him the guilty of killing an innocent.
I am now talking about the Lillehammer affair, where the Mossad killed an innocent man for confusing him with a terrorist.
No I don't think they are half guilty. They are as guilty as anyone can be, their confusion doesn't change the fact that they killed one innocent man and for that they must pay. They are guilty because when is to kill a man (destroy a world) and of all that it could be in the future.
Denying a man all is future is not something that one can do without consequences and crying shouldn't help.
I think that the punishment for a wrong death penalty should be death for the perpetrators. Making of God, is only for God.
What are this people thinking, that they can kill one person with their own decisions and later say they were sorry for being wrong. What kind of God is that ...
If they are not God why are they deciding for life or death?
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
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