quixotic
The Epistle of St. Paul to the Philippians, Chapter 4, Verse 8:
De cetero, fratres, quaecumque sunt vera,quaecumque pudica, quaecumque justa, quaecumque sancta, quaecumque amabilia, quaecumque bonae famae, si qua virtus, si qua laus disciplinae, haec cogitate.
From Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and there be any praise, think on these things
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of our knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding.
The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.
And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.
The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran
The First Noble Truth - Shadows Fall
As reality washes away the faded memories of daylight This is my escape Realization of my mind's own deceit Perception Slips away Lulled into a fools paradise Words mislead again the agony of imaginary sins and fears truth of suffering Buried dreams that shadow me, I feel it's all been wasted (Dreams that shatter me) Break my dreams to free my soul because I won't even notice (Dreams to free my soul) Disintegration of the ego with this mind creates False idea of self The cessation of continuity and becoming True enlightenment Buried dreams that shadow me, I feel it's all been wasted (Dreams that shatter me) Break my dreams to free my soul because I won't even notice (Dreams to free my soul) Someone free me from heaven torn asunder full of empty promises to be there if I wonder (Alone and wandering) Will not remain enslaved This world's transparency I see right through I walk alone As reality washes away the faded memories of daylight This is my escape Realization of my mind's own deceit Perception Slips away Buried dreams that shadow me, I feel it's all been wasted (Dreams that shatter me) Break my dreams to free my soul because I won't even notice (Dreams to free my soul) Someone free me from heaven torn asunder full of empty promises to be there if I wonder (Alone and wandering) Extinction of thirst Extinction of desire Extinction of hatred Extinction of illusion This is absolute
