is life on Mars!" Gene insisted.
Life on Mars by Frank Thomas Smith
I don't understand how you can make such an unfounded statement,"
Jerry countered. Jerry considered himself an intellectual, having
completed two years of community college before he had to go to work for a
living selling fifty cents a week life insurance to poor families.
"Yeah, that's bullshit," Billy Bunions agreed. "Not even Woody
Allen believes it." His name wasn't really Bunions, but he was always
complaining about them. Jerry and Billy were friends and almost always agreed on
everything. Or, more accurately, Billy always agreed with Jerry.
I chalked my cue stick and lined up the Q-ball with the
eight-ball, feeling behind it when Gene took my silence as, if not
agreement, at least acquiescence to the possibility that there might indeed be
life on Mars...
It’s not that I’m
afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.-- Woody Allen
Momento Mori - The Death of American Exceptionalism - and of Me by Lewis H. Lapham
I admire the stoic fortitude, but at
the age of 78 I know I won’t be skipping out on the
appointment, and I notice that it gets harder to remember just why it
is that I’m not afraid to die. My body routinely produces fresh
and insistent signs of its mortality, and within the surrounding
biosphere of the news and entertainment media it is the fear of death
-- 24/7 in every shade of hospital white and doomsday black -- that
sells the pharmaceutical, political, financial, film, and food
products promising to make good the wish to live forever.
I’m sitting—no, reclining—in an
oversized hospital chair at Ft. Kessler, Biloxi, Mississippi and
dangling my legs over the thing, trying to get the energy to attempt
to walk again. My right leg doesn’t want to work. It doesn’t
help that I have various tubes in my arms. If I get up to attempt a
walk down the hall, I have to drag along a veritable life support
system. The doctors tell me it will take time. That’s what they
tell everyone here.
Mañana, María by JP Miller
Usually Nicky's mother has to call him at least three times, kiss him twice and pull his ear gently once before he gets up in the morning. But not today.
The Seventh Birthday by Frank Thomas Smith
"Nicky," she says, "it's time to get up. Do you remember what day it is?"
What day? Nicky thinks - Monday, Tuesday? Then he remembers: his birthday! He jumps out of bed and cries, "It's my birthday, I'm seven years old!"
Before going to school, Nicky's mother and father and his little sister, Jeannie, sing Happy Birthday to You and he opens his presents, which have been placed around a candle on the living room table. They call it the "birthday table". It is covered with a light-green cloth on the children's birthdays and the only light is from the beeswax candle, which sheds a magical glow throughout the room.
Their dog Frodo, who is very old, for a dog that is, watches everything and wags his tail slowly from time to time...
dear sisters and brothers, in the previous lesson we tried to find the inner
psychic words which can bring our humanity into contact with what is revealed
by the spiritual hierarchies – with which the human spirit is closely related.
We placed before our souls how by concentrating on the field of thinking we
could rise up to the region where the beings of the third hierarchy reside, so
to speak: the Angels, Archangels and Archai. Not meant is
our everyday thinking, but the thinking which acts behind that everyday
thinking, which we can only achieve from our whole being by meditating deeply
on the words which begin with: “Perceive the field of thinking.”
Lessons for the First Class of the School for Spiritual Science at
the Goetheanum - Volume Two, Lesson Thirteen by Rudolf Steiner
The Fifth Gospel - Cologne, Lecture 1 by Rudolf Steiner
This evening and tomorrow I feel obliged to speak to you of what we
have become accustomed to call the Mystery of Golgotha, but I will
attempt to speak of it in a somewhat different way than until now.
What has been said previously, although certainly esoteric, has had a
more esoteric-theoretical content. I have spoken about the essence
and significance of the Mystery of Golgotha for humanity. That it is
to a certain extent the central phenomenon for the whole evolution of
humanity on earth and to what extent it is the central phenomenon has
Karmic Relations, Volume II, Lecture Eleven by Rudolf Steiner
In my last
lecture here I spoke of how man is related to the Spiritual
Hierarchies during the different periods of his life. I
should like to repeat that the aim of all these lectures is to
lead us to a better understanding of how karma works in human
life and in human evolution. Everything is really a preparation
for this. I told you that
from a person's birth until about his 21st year, the Third
Hierarchy [Angeloi. Archangeloi, Archai], is related to him in a
special way; at the age of puberty the Second Hierarchy —
Exusiai, Dynamis, Kyriotetes — begins to be active.
History of the Anthroposophical Movement - Lecture 8 - Self-reflection and the Invisible Being of Anthroposophia by Rudolf Steiner
Today we will have reached
a kind of conclusion in our deliberations. Clearly that will
have to include the consequences which arise for the
future activities of the Anthroposophical Society. In order to gain a
better understanding of what these activities might be, let us take
another look at the way anthroposophy emerged in modern
A very long time ago a yellow dog appeared in a Toba village in the north of Argentina. No one knew where it came from, it was suddenly just there. It had a pretty face and, strangely, a little beard as some monkeys do. That made it interesting. Nevertheless, nobody wanted it because it was very dirty and covered with scaly sores. When it approached people they shouted at it to go away and threw things at it. Then the dog would put its tail between its legs and look back sorrowfully. One man, Dabu, took pity on it though. He called it to him and gave it something to eat. He let it stay in his house with his family. He even covered it with his poncho because it was cold and the poor dog was shivering...
The Day the World Burned - a Legend of the Toba Indians of South America
journey lasts for days and days.
Trek Through the Himalayas – and other poems by Srinjay Chakravarti
trek up valley, hill and slope
carry with ourselves the hope
traverse strange, untrodden ways.
enter now a world of clouds.
the way we hear the call
mountain wind and waterfall.
pallid mist is spreading shrouds.
last we reach the final peak.
A View from the Brooklyn Bridge by Frank Thomas Smith
Now is today,
which will be
and was once
Render time as you
a bouquet of roses
to your love.
like all the
beauties of the world,
quicker than a lie,
whimper and die.
They lived for a
an eternal instant,
Letters to the Editor
I wept at parts of this essay as I thought of my dad in
WWII , a glider pilot sent behind enemy lines to transport supplies, only to be
stranded for many months, never realizing he was duped by his government to be
the American equivalent of a Kamikaze. Indeed, he bore deep scars but the
shrapnel was the least of it. He lost himself in an ideal that never was and
struggled to come to grips with it for the rest of his life. He did not know
then that he was brainwashed by the military.
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