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Sufism is derived from Rumi, as Buddhism is derived from Buddha or Christianity from Christ. These highly evolved men were conduits to the best parts of ourselves. And as I nurse the wounds of failure, reading Rumi, I come across a great
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“Perhaps you do not love your job, or you work with difficult people. You are still doing important things, contributing your own small piece to the world we live in. We must never forget this. Your efforts today will affect people you will never know. It is your choice whether that effect is positive or negative. You can choose every day, every minute, to act in a way that may uplift a stranger, or else drag them down. The choice is easy. And it is yours to make.”
― The Happiest Man on Earth: The Beautiful Life of an Auschwitz Survivor
― The Happiest Man on Earth: The Beautiful Life of an Auschwitz Survivor
“You will say that these are very small sins; and doubtless, like all young tempters, you are anxious to be able to report spectacular wickedness. … It does not matter how small the sins are, provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. … Indeed, the safest road to Hell is the gradual one—the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts” (The Screwtape Letters, New York: Macmillan, 1961, p. 64–65).”
― The Screwtape Letters
― The Screwtape Letters
“A silly idea is current that good people do not know what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is. … You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down” (Mere Christianity, New York: Macmillan, 1960, p. 124).”
― Mere Christianity
― Mere Christianity
“... (The teacher) was an atheist; he considered Christianity a calamity. He believed that any man who professed it must be incredibly naive.
The young vicar grinned and agreed. There were two kinds of naïveté, he said, quoting Schweitzer; one not even aware of the problems, and another which has knocked on all the doors of knowledge and know man can explain little, and is still willing to follow his convictions into the unknown.
"This takes courage," he said, and he thanked the teacher and returned to the vicarage.”
― I Heard the Owl Call My Name by Margaret Craven
The young vicar grinned and agreed. There were two kinds of naïveté, he said, quoting Schweitzer; one not even aware of the problems, and another which has knocked on all the doors of knowledge and know man can explain little, and is still willing to follow his convictions into the unknown.
"This takes courage," he said, and he thanked the teacher and returned to the vicarage.”
― I Heard the Owl Call My Name by Margaret Craven
“Under the clear water they saw the female swimmer (salmon) digging the seed beds with her torn tail, her sides deep red and blue, her fins battered and worn.
"When she has laid her eggs and the waiting males have covered them with milt, she will linger, guarding them for several days," Jim said. "Let's tray another pool." The moved again and saw the end of the swimmer. They watched her last valiant fight for lief, her struggle to right herself when the gentle stream turned her, and they watched the water force open her gills and draw her slowly downstream, tail first, as she had started to the sea as a fingerling. Then they crept away from the pool's edge and returned to Marta, and Mark saw that Keetah's eyes there were tears.
"It is always the same," she said. "The end of the swimmer is sad"
"But, Keetah, it isn't. The whole life of the swimmer is one of courage and adventure. All of it builds to the climax and the end. When the swimmer dies he has spent himself completely for the end for which he was made, and this is not sadness. It is triumph."
"Mark is right, Keetah," Marta said. "It its not sad. It is natural.”
― I Heard the Owl Call My Name
"When she has laid her eggs and the waiting males have covered them with milt, she will linger, guarding them for several days," Jim said. "Let's tray another pool." The moved again and saw the end of the swimmer. They watched her last valiant fight for lief, her struggle to right herself when the gentle stream turned her, and they watched the water force open her gills and draw her slowly downstream, tail first, as she had started to the sea as a fingerling. Then they crept away from the pool's edge and returned to Marta, and Mark saw that Keetah's eyes there were tears.
"It is always the same," she said. "The end of the swimmer is sad"
"But, Keetah, it isn't. The whole life of the swimmer is one of courage and adventure. All of it builds to the climax and the end. When the swimmer dies he has spent himself completely for the end for which he was made, and this is not sadness. It is triumph."
"Mark is right, Keetah," Marta said. "It its not sad. It is natural.”
― I Heard the Owl Call My Name
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