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In the consciousness of the end is the limitation of
the moment.
In the consciousness of the end is the limitation of
the moment.
There is always a way to go if you look for it.
There is always a way to go if you look for it.
What was once impossible now summons us to dismantle the walls between
ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve read more
What was once impossible now summons us to dismantle the walls between
ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve the distinctions
between flesh and spirit, to transcend the present limits of time and
matter, to find, at last, not wealth or power but the ecstasy (so long
forgotten) of commonplace, unconditional being. For the atom's soul is
nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of
every woman or man-the heart of it-is pure and holy joy.
Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to
death.
Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to
death.
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady
purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its read more
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady
purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and read more
Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more
Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.
Chance can allow you to accomplish a goal every once in a while, but consistent achievement happens only if you read more
Chance can allow you to accomplish a goal every once in a while, but consistent achievement happens only if you love what you are doing.
