Fifth Mountain Quotes

There are moments when troubles enter our lives and we can do nothing to avoid them. But they are there for a reason. Only when we have overcome them will we understand why they were there.

Sadness does not last forever when we walk in the direction of that which we always desired.

If you have a past with which you feel dissatisfied, then forget it, now. Imagine a new story for your life and believe in it. Focus only on the moments when you achieved what you desired, and that strength will help you to get what you want.

Stop thinking about life and choose to live it

Long since, the desert wind wiped away our footprints in the sand. But at every second of my existence, I remember what happened, and you still walk in my dreams and in my reality. Thank you for having crossed my path.

دائما يستطيع الأطفال أن يعلموا الكبار ثلاثة أشياء: السعادة بلا سبب ، الانشغال بشيء ما ، ومعرفة كيف يطلبون بكل قوة ما يرغبون فيه.

Make whatever decision you wish but never forget one thing: all of you are much better than you believed. Take advantage of the chance that tragedy has given you; not everyone is capable of doing so

This was freedom; to feel what the heart desired with no thought to the opinion of the rest... She was free, for love liberates.

Although I have the colors, only the Lord can mix them with such harmony.

At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them

All life battles teach us something, even those we lose

الإنصات صعب. ففي صلواتنا نحاول دائما أن نبوح بآثامنا ، ونطلب ما نود أن يحدث لنا. لكن الله يعرف كل هذا ، وأحيانا يطلب منا أن ننصت إلى ما يقوله لنا الكون ، وأن نتحلى بالصبر.

كل معركة في الحياة تعلمنا شيئا ما ، حتى المعارك التي نخسرها. وعندما تنضج ، ستكتشف أنك دافعت عن أكاذيب ، وخدعت نفسك ، وعانيت من أجل هراء. فإذا كنت محاربا جيدا لن تلوم نفسك على هذا ، لكنك لن تسمح بتكرار أخطائك.

...and I discovered something: the meaning of my life was whatever I wanted it to be.

Everything will happen as was written by the Lord," replied the prophet. "There are moments when tribulations occur in our lives, and we cannot avoid them. But they are there for some reason." "What reason?" "That is a question we cannot answer before, or even during the trials. Only when we have overcome them do we understand why they were there.

Life is made of our attitudes. And there are certain things that the gods oblige us to live through. Their reason for this does not matter, and there is no action we can take to make them pass us by.

But no one can lose sight of what he desires. Even if there are moments when he believes the world and the others are stronger. The secret is this: do not surrender.

فمن بين جميع أسلحة الدمار التي يستطيع الإنسان ابتكارها، تعتبر "الكلمة" هي الأكثر إثارة للرعب والأقوى. فالخناجر والرماح تترك آثارا من الدم ، والسهام يمكن رؤيتها عن بعد ، السموم تكشف في النهاية ويتم تجنبها. أما "الكلمة" فتستطيع التدمير دون أن تترك أية أدلة.

The Lord heareth the prayers of those who ask to put aside hatred. But he is deaf to those who would flee from love.

All life's battles teach us something, even those we lose. When you grow up, you'll discover that you have defended lies, deceived yourself, or suffered foolishness. If you're a good warrior you will not blame yourself for this, but neither will you allow your mistakes to repeat themselves.

فالخوف يستمر فقط حتى النقطة التي يبدأ عندها وقوع المحظور ، عندئذ يفقد الخوف معناه ، ولا يتبقى لنا سوى الأمل في أن نكون قد اتخذنا القرار الصحيح.

There is no tragedy, only the unavoidable. Everything has its reason for being: you only need to distinguish what is temporary from what is lasting.

to me a mountain is a buddha. think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin." japhy got out the tea, chinese tea, and sprinkled some in the tin pot, and had the fire going meanwhile...and pretty soon the water was boiling and he poured it out steaming into the tin pot and we had cups of tea with our tin cups... "remember that book i told you about the first sip is joy and the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.

You told me that all life's battles teach us something, even those we lose.

هنا في هذا الجسد كان يوجد - ذات مرة - رجل.

قال الملاك : الله ينصت لصلوات الذين يسألون إبعاد البغضاء عنهم ، لكنه يتجاهل هؤلاء الراغبين في الفرار من الحب.

A child can always teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires. It was because of that boy that I returned to Akbar.

وقد يكون الحب تجربة مخيفة أكثر من الوقوف أمام جنود (آخاب) ، وأحدهم يصوب سهما إلى قلبه ، لأنه إذا ما أصاب السهم قلبه فسيموت وسيتولى الرب الباقي ، أما إذا أصاب الحب قلبه فسوف يتحمل وحده تبعات ذلك.

Man needs to choose, not just accept his destiny.

It's always necessary to know when a stage of one's life has ended. If you stubbornly cling to it after the need has passed,you lose the joy and meaning of the rest. And you risk being shaken to your senses by God.

The Lord often has his prophets climb mountains to converse with Him. I always wondered why He did that, and now I know the answer: when we are on high, we can see everything else as small. Our glory and sadness lose their importance. Whatever we conquered or lost remains there below. From the heights of the mountain, you see how large the world is, and how wide its horizons.

الشجاعة خوف يصلي.

Consciousness is our gateway to experience: It enables us to recognize Van Gogh’s starry skies, be enraptured by Beethoven’s Fifth, and stand in awe of a snowcapped mountain. Yet consciousness is subjective, personal, and famously difficult to examine.

من حق كل إنسان أن يشك في مهمته ، وأن يتخلى عنها من وقت لآخر. ولكن ما لا يجب أن يفعله هو أن ينساها. ومن لا يشك في جدارته ، لإيمانه المطلق بقدرته ، يرتكب خطيئة الزهو والخيلاء. مباركون هم الذين تمر بهم لحظات من التردد.

Every man hath the right to doubt his task, and to forsake it from time to time; but what he must not do is forget it. Whoever doubteth not himself is unworthy-- for in his unquestioning belief in his ability, he commiteth the sin of pride. Blessed are they who go through moments of indecision.

Fear reaches only to the point where the unavoidable begins; from there on, it loses its meaning. And all we have left is the hope that we are making the right decision

الألم الذى نشعر به أنا وأنت لن يزول أبداً . لكن العمل سيساعدنا على تحمّله لأن العذاب لا يمكنه النيل من جسد متعب

There are moments when tribulations occur in our lives, and we cannot avoid them. But they are there for some reason.

في هذا الوقت توقف كثير من الناس عن الحياة ,فهم لا يغضبون ولا يبكون....ينتظرون فقط ان يمر الوقت لا يقبلون تحديات الحياة وهكذا لم تعد الحياة تتحداهم

الجبناء , لا يتركون النار تُلهب قلوبهم وكل ما يرغبون فيه هو أن يعود الوضع إلى سابق عهده أما الشجعان فيضرمون النار فى كل ماهو قديم وبائد حتى لو كان الثمن الذى سيدفعونه العذاب الداخلى فيتخلّون عن كل شىء ويسيرون قدماً إلى الأمام

تخلص من الشك و الهزيمة و لحظات الحيره و التردد, و كان الله سخياً معه, فإقتاده إلى هاوية المحتوم ليُظهر له أن الإنسان قد خُلِقَ ليختار مصيره و ليس ليتقبله

الربّ يُصغي إلى صلوات الذين يتضرعون إليه لكي ينسوا الحقد , لكنه يصمّ أذنيه عن دعاء الذين يريدون التخلّص من الحب !

الإنسان يولد ليخون قدره.

قال الصبي: الرب قاس. قال إيليا: فقط مع الذين يختارهم.

Where are they written?" "In the world around us. Merely be attentive to what happens in your life, and you will discover where, every moment of the day, He hides His words and His will. Seek to do as He asks: this alone is the reason you are in the world." "If I discover it, I'll write it on clay tablets." "Do so. But write them, above all, in your heart; there they can neither burned nor destroyed, and you will take them wherever you go.

قال إيليا: لقد اعتدنا حياتنا ولم نعد نقرأ كلمات الرب. سأله الصبي: أين تكتب هذه الكلمات؟ قال إيليا: في العالم من حولنا. فقط كن حساسا تجاه ما يحدث في حياتك ، وسوف تكتشف مكانها في كل لحظة من اليوم ، فهو يخفي كلماته ومشيئته. فاسع للقيام بما يطلبه منك ، فهذا وحده هو الدافع وراء وجودك في العالم. قال الصبي: إذا اكتشفتها ، سوف أحفظها على ألواح الطين. قال إيليا: لتفعل. لكن احفظها أولا في قلبك ، فهناك لن تحرق أو تدمر ، وسوف تحملها معك أينما ذهبت.

It was then as he discovered that death could elude him that the fear of death returned.

قال (إيليا) : الحب خطير. قال الملاك : جدا ، وماذا بعد؟ وفجأة اختفى.

وفكر في استدعاء ملاكه والتحدث معه لبرهة ، لكنه أدرك أنه قد يخبره بأشياء لا يرغب في سماعها ، فغير رأيه.

There are things that are brought into our lives to lead us back to the true path of our Personal Legend. Other things arise so we can apply all that we have learned. And, finally, some things come along to teach us.

وباستمراره في العمل بدكان النجارة تلاشت الأصوات كلية. فالناضجون والعمال لا وقت لديهم لمثل هذه الأشياء.

جلس على صخرة وبكى. فمنذ اليوم الذي رأى فيه الظلمة وقد انتشرت فيها بقع براقة من الضوء ، نجح فقط في جلب سوء الحظ على الآخرين.

أما نحن فتصارعنا مع الله. تماما ثلما نتصارع مع الرجال والنساء الذين نحبهم في حياتنا. وهذا الصراع مع المقدس هو ما يمنحنا البركة ويجعلنا ننضج.

The unavoidable has touched the life of every human being on the face of the earth. Some have rebounded, others have given up--but all of us have felt the wings of tragedy brushing against us.

i believe in One God,though you think that the gods dwell in those clouds on the Fifth Mountain.i don't want to argue whether my God is stronger or more powerful;I would speak not of our differences but of our similarities.Tragedy has united us in a single sentiment:despair.Why has that come to pass?Because we thought that everything was answered and decided in our souls,and we could accept no changes.

لم أطلب أن أصبح نبيا ، وقد يكون كل شيء ثمرة خيالاتي. هكذا فكر إيليا

هذا هو السؤال ، ولا نستطيع الإجابة قبل أو أثناء المحن. فقط عندما نتغلب عليها سنفهم لماذا كانت موجودة.

الأمر يرجع لك يا إلهي ، كي أعود في هذه اللحظة. وأتمنى أن أسبح باسمك وأنا في كامل إرادتي وليس لأنني جبان لم أعرف كيف أختار دربي.

اذا كان لديك ماض ولم تكن راضيا عنه,انسه الان,تخيل قصه جديده لحياتك وامن بها.احصر اهتمامك فقط باللحظات التي وفقت فيها للحصول علي ماتشتهيه,وهذه القوه تساعدك علي نيل ماتريد

وحده إيليا مكث في الوادي ، وأثناء تجواله ظهر النور له ، وتجلى ملاك الله أمامه وقال: سمع الله صلواتك ورأى عذاب روحك. توجه إيليا إلى السماء ليشكر الله على نعمته وقال: يا الله ، يا مصدر كل العظمة والسلطان ، أوقف الجيش الآشوري. قال الملاك: لا. افترضت أن الاختيار له ، وهو ترك الخيار لك.

أصر الطفل: هل يمكن لله أن يكون سيئاً؟ أجاب إيليا: الله كليّ الإرادة، قادر على كل شيء، ولا شيء يمتنع عليه، وإلا فهذا يعني أن هناك من هو أقوى وأشد جبروتاً منه يمنعه من القيام ببعض الأشياء، وفي هذه الحالة، أفضل أن أعبد وأجلّ هذا الكائن الذي لا تعلو سلطته سلطة. توقف إيليا بضع لحظات، حتى يتيح للصبي أن يفهم معنى كلامه. ثم أضاف.. -بيد أن الرب في قدرته اللامتناهية، اختار فقط أن يفعل الخير، وإذا بلغنا نهاية التاريخ، فسنرى أن الخير غالباً يظهر بمظهر الشر لكنه يبقي الخير خيراً، ويشكل جزءاً من التصور الذي وضعه الله للبشرية.

because a man must choose. Therein lieth his strength: the power of his decisions.

الشجعان هم دائماً عُنُد

رحمة الرب لا نهاية لها ، وقسوته لا تطاق تجاه الذين افتقدوا الشجاعة والتحدي.

حتى الآن أظهر الأولاد أنهم وحدهم القادرون على تخطي الأحداث, لأنهم بلا ماض, و لأن كل ما يهمهم هو اللحظه الحاليه. فلنحاول أن نتصرف مثلهم إذاً

ان الطفل يستطيع دوما تعليم الناضجين ثلاثه اشياء ,وهي : الاحساس بالسعاده دون سبب الانشغال بشي ما معرفه ان يطلب بكل قواه مايرغب فيه

Princess Keita,” the dragon began, “this is Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the Midnight Mountains of Despair in the Far Reaches of the Steppes of the Outerplains.” He faced Elina and, smiling, said, “And Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the Midnight Mountains of Despair in the Far Reaches of the Steppes of the Outerplains, this is Keita the Viper: Princess of the Royal House of Gwalchmai fab Gwyar, Second-Born Daughter and Fifth-Born Offspring to the White Dragon Queen of the Southlands, Protector of The Throne, and Bound Mate to Ragnar, Dragonlord Chief of the Olgeirsson Horde.” Keita narrowed blue eyes at the dragon. “Was that really necessary, Curled Horns?” His grin did not falter. “It felt necessary and good. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to working with Elina Shestakova of the—” “Do not bore me with that ridiculously long name yet again!” the royal roared.

The act of living one's own destiny includes a series of stages that are far beyond our understanding, whose objective is always to... make us learn the lessons necessary to fulfill our own destiny.

ودائما كان الأنبياء يصعدون ليتحاوروا مع الرب. ودائما كنت أتسائل لماذا يفرض ذلك؟ والآن عرفت الإجابة. فعندما نكون فوق مرتفع نستطيع رؤية كل شيء دوننا صغيرا ، وعندئذ يفقد زهونا وحزننا أهميته. حتى لو تم احتلالنا أو تضليلنا ، سيبقى هذا في الأسفل هناك. من فوق قمم الجبال ترى كم العالم كبير ، وكم هي واسعة آفاقه.

Even so, she would go on loving him, because for the first time in her life, she knew freedom. She could love him, even if he never knew; she did not need his permission to miss him, to think of him every moment of the day, to await him for the evening meal, and to worry about the plots that people could be weaving against the foreigner. This was freedom: to feel what the heart desired, with no thought to the opinion of the rest. She had fought with her neighbors and her friends about the stranger's presence in her house; there was no need to fight against herself.

Then learn something. At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them. You are running that same risk; react, face life, but do not stop living.

The dwarfs gathered the ingredients they would need to make Gleipnir. These were the six things the dwarfs gathered: For firstly, the footsteps of a cat. For secondly, the beard of a woman. For thirdly, the roots of a mountain. For fourthly, the sinews of a bear. For fifthly, the breath of a fish. For sixth and lastly, the spittle of a bird. Each of these things was used to make Gleipnir. (You say you have not seen these things? Of course you have not. The dwarfs used them in their crafting.)

man was born to betray his destiny

A man cannot fight his destiny - he had already tried, and he had lost.

She was free, for love liberates.

Only you could climb the highest mountain in the Empire, hunt down a fallen star, and escape the Fifth Army without a trace. - Tem, to Kamzin

الأرواح أيضاً مثل الأنهار والنباتات في حاجة لنوع مختلف من المطر : الأمل - الإيمان - و دافع للحياة

من بين جميع أسلحة الدمار التي يستطيع الإنسان ابتكارها ، تعتبر " الكلمة " هي الأكثر إثارة للرعب

الحرية : أن تشعر بما يرغبه القلب بلا أدنى تفكير في رأي الآخرين

ليس بالرغبات تكون الحياة ، وإنما بأفعال كل شخص

كل معركة في الحياة تعلمنا شيئا ما ، حتى المعارك التي نخسرها

الحزن لا يدوم إلى الأبد ، خاصة عندما نسير في الاتجاة الذي طالما رغبناه

The shake that passes will echo. The wave that recedes will come back. The mountain that rumbles will roar.

Acı karşısında herkes zayıftır.

When we delay the harvest, the fruit rots. But when we delay resolving problems, they continue to grow.

Maybe once in hundred years there is a revolution that frees the poor. I read this in one of those all textbook pages people in tea stalls used to wrap greasy samosas with. See, only four men in history have led that successful revolutions to free the slaves and kill their masters, this page said: Alexander the Great. Abraham Lincoln in America. Mao of your country. And a fourth man. It may have been Hitler, I can’t remember. But I don’t think a fifth name is getting added to the list anytime soon. An Indian revolution? No, sir. It won’t happen. People in this country are still waiting for the war of their freedom to come from somewhere else – from the jungles, from the mountains, from China, from Pakistan. That will never happen. Every man must make his own Benaras. – Balram Halwai

Kau sedang apa?" "Aku sedang tidak punya kegiatan." "Kalau begitu, belajarlah sesuatu. Pada saat ini, banyak orang berhenti menjalani kehidupan. Mereka tidak marah, juga tidak berseru-seru memprotes; mereka sekedar menunggu waktu berlalu. mereka tidak menerima tantangan-tantangan kehidupan, jadi kehidupan pun berhenti memberikan tantangan kepada mereka. Kau juga mengambil resiko yang sama; tunjukkan reaksi, hadapi hidup, tapi jangan berhenti hidup.

In 1978, the typical teenage boy in the United States drank about seven ounces of soda every day; today he drinks nearly three times that amount, deriving 9 percent of his daily caloric intake from soft drinks. Soda consumption among teenaged girls has doubled within the same period, reaching an average of twelve ounces a day. A significant number of teenage boys are now drinking five or more cans of soda every day. Each can contains the equivalent of about ten teaspoons of sugar. Coke, Pepsi, Mountain Dew, and Dr Pepper also contain caffeine. These sodas provide empty calories and have replaced far more nutritious beverages in the American diet. Excessive soda consumption in childhood can lead to calcium deficiencies and a greater likelihood of bone fractures. Twenty years ago, teenage boys in the United States drank twice as much milk as soda; now they drink twice as much soda as milk. Soft-drink consumption has also become commonplace among American toddlers. About one-fifth of the nation’s one- and two-year-olds now drink soda.

Tidak mudah mendengarkan: dalam doa-doa kita, kita selalu berusaha menyampaikan kesalahan kita, dan apa yang kita kehendaki terjadi pada diri kita. Tapi Tuhan sudah mengetahui semuanya, dan kadang-kadang Dia hanya meminta kita mendengarkan apa yang hendak disampaikan alam semesta pada kita. Dan agar kita bersabar

Imam Agung tahu bahwa dari segala macam senjata penghancur ciptaan manusia, yang paling berbahaya-dan paling kuat- adalah kata-kata. Belati dan tombak meninggalkan bekas-bekas darah; anak panah bisa terlihat dari kejauhan. Racun bisa dideteksi dan dihindari. Tapi kata-kata bisa menghancurkan tanpa meninggalkan jejak.

La viuda sonrio, sus ojos brillaron y el pudo observar lo bonita que era... Elias lleno otra vez la copa. Su corazon empezaba a alarmarse; le gustaba estar al lado de aquella mujer. El amor podia ser una experienncia mas temible que estar ante un soldado de Ajab con una flecha apuntandole al corazon. Si la flecha lo alcanzase, el estaria muerto, y el resto quedaria a cargo de Dios; pero si el amor lo hiriera, el mismo tendria que asumir las consecuencias.

The Buddha’s fifth dream evokes both the extraordinary and the ordinary nature of his achievement. He walks on a mountain of dirt and is not fouled by it. Note that the dirt is not transformed into gold or anything. It stays dirty. But the Buddha, astride his pile of dirt, is untouched by it. This is another version of the third dream, in which that which was seen as a barrier to awakening is now known as the foundation upon which it rests. Enlightenment does not mean getting rid of anything; it means changing one’s frame of reference so that all things become enlightening.

And Caravaggio when he had heard it in the last few years of the war never really liked it, never liked to listen to it. In his heart he had Hana’s version from many years before. Now he listened with a pleasure because she was singing again, but this was quickly altered by the way she sang. Not the passion of her at sixteen but echoing the tentative circle of light around her in the darkness. She was singing it as if it was something scarred, as if one couldn’t ever again bring all the hope of the song together. It had been altered by the five years leading to this night of her twenty-first birthday in the forty-fifth year of the twentieth century. Singing in the voice of a tired traveller, alone against everything. A new testament. There was no certainty to the song anymore, the singer could only be one voice against all the mountains of power. That was the only sureness. The one voice was the single unspoiled thing.

Whatever their DNA contribution to the region, the Brahmins did bring with them from India three crucial gifts that proved irresistible right across the region: Sanskrit, the art of writing and the stories of the great Indian epics. No Indian import had a deeper or more long-lasting impact than the deeds of the heroes of the Mahabharata and the Ramayana. From the fifth century, right on through to the dance and shadow puppetry of the present day, these would remain a major feature in the art and culture of South-east Asia.26 In time, even the landscape of South-east Asia began to be renamed under the influence of the great epics and the stories of their respective heroes, the Pandava brothers and Lord Rama. The earliest inscription in Khmer territories dating from the fifth century records that a ruler in what is now Laos took the Indic name Devanika and the grandiose Sanskrit title Maharajadhiraja, ‘King of Kings’. This happened during a ceremony when the King installed an image of Shiva under the lingam-shaped mountain that towered over his capital of Champasak. There he consecrated a tank which he named Kurukshetra, after the plain to the north of Delhi where the great battle of the Mahabharata was fought

The morning after / my death” The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there I will not be * There was the great death of birds the moon was consumed with fire the stars were visible until noon. Green was the forest drenched with shadows the roads were serpentine A redwood tree stood alone with its lean and lit body unable to follow the cars that went by with frenzy a tree is always an immutable traveller. The moon darkened at dawn the mountain quivered with anticipation and the ocean was double-shaded: the blue of its surface with the blue of flowers mingled in horizontal water trails there was a breeze to witness the hour * The sun darkened at the fifth hour of the day the beach was covered with conversations pebbles started to pour into holes and waves came in like horses. * The moon darkened on Christmas eve angels ate lemons in illuminated churches there was a blue rug planted with stars above our heads lemonade and war news competed for our attention our breath was warmer than the hills. * There was a great slaughter of rocks of spring leaves of creeks the stars showed fully the last king of the Mountain gave battle and got killed. We lay on the grass covered dried blood with our bodies green blades swayed between our teeth. * We went out to sea a bank of whales was heading South a young man among us a hero tried to straddle one of the sea creatures his body emerged as a muddy pool as mud we waved goodbye to his remnants happy not to have to bury him in the early hours of the day We got drunk in a barroom the small town of Fairfax had just gone to bed cherry trees were bending under the weight of their flowers: they were involved in a ceremonial dance to which no one had ever been invited. * I know flowers to be funeral companions they make poisons and venoms and eat abandoned stone walls I know flowers shine stronger than the sun their eclipse means the end of times but I love flowers for their treachery their fragile bodies grace my imagination’s avenues without their presence my mind would be an unmarked grave. * We met a great storm at sea looked back at the rocking cliffs the sand was going under black birds were leaving the storm ate friends and foes alike water turned into salt for my wounds. * Flowers end in frozen patterns artificial gardens cover the floors we get up close to midnight search with powerful lights the tiniest shrubs on the meadows A stream desperately is running to the ocean The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage (The Post-Apollo Press, 1990)

Silvanus, the camp prefect, took a step forward. I heard his voice every morning after parade, but had never listened to the tones of it as I did now. He was not afraid, that much was clear; he was angry. "Pathetic. I should cashier you all now and destroy your Eagles." Silvanus spoke quietly; we had to strain to hear his voice. You could have heard the stars slide across the sky, we were so still and so silent. "If General Corbulo were here, he would destroy you. He dismissed half of the Fifth and the Tenth and sent them home. The rest are billeted in tents in the Armenian highlands with barley meal for fodder. He intends to make an army of them, to meet Vologases when he comes. I intend the same and therefore you will be treated the same as your betters in better legions. You will be proficient by the spring, or you will be dead." His gaze raked us, and we wondered which of us might die that night for the crime of being ineffectual. His voice rocked us. "To that end, you will spend the next three months in tents in the Mountains of the Hawk that lie between us and the sea. One hundred paces above the snow line, each century will determine an area suitable for three months’ stay and build its own base camp. You will alternate along the mountains’ length so that each century of the Fourth has a century of the Twelfth to either side, and vice versa. Each century will defend and maintain its own stocks against the men of the opposing legion; you are encouraged to avail yourselves of what you can. You may not remove stocks from camps belonging to other centuries of your own legion, and equally you may not aid in defending them against raiding parties from the opposing men. So that you may tell each other apart, the Twelfth legion will wear" – did I hear a note of distaste there? – "red cloth tied about their left arms at all times. The Fourth will wear blue. You will be provided with raw fleece with which to wrap your weapons that they might strike but not bite. A man who is careless enough to be captured by the other side will be flogged and returned to his unit. Any man who kills another will be flogged until dead and any man who wounds another will be staked out beyond the boundary of his camp for two days and nights; if he lives, he will be returned to his unit. Any man who dies of hunger, cold or fright, or who falls off the mountain, will be deemed to have died by his own hand. You have until the next watch to make ready. You are dismissed.

I REGARD,” Chopper Jim said judiciously, “all forms of organized religion as a blight, an abomination and a public nuisance. It is the fifth horseman of the Apocalypse. I’m not talking about the guy who takes a vow of silence, or poverty, or celibacy”—he shivered—“and goes and sits on top of a mountain to meditate for the rest of his life.” He fixed Kate with a stern look. “It’s the people who follow him up that mountain, and then come back down and beat His word into their fellow man who annoy me.” She didn’t reply, and he forked up a french fry. Mutt, well aware of who was the soft touch at this table, sat pressed against his side, looking yearningly up into his face. He forked up another french fry and she took it delicately between her teeth, casting him a look of adoration in the process. “Most of those people—not all, I admit—but most of the people who subscribe to organized religion are too lazy and or too frightened to answer the hard questions themselves, and so hand their souls over for safe-keeping to a bunch of thieves and charlatans who know more about separating fools from their money than they do about God. Any God.” He took a bite of cheeseburger. “Religion is a crutch. You lean on it long enough, you forget how to walk on your own two feet.

perhaps the most motley assemblage in any quarter of this orb’; to quote another, it was ‘a true centre of the diverse varieties and types of mankind, far surpassing the mixed nationalities of Cairo and Constantinople’. The fifth chapter was geographical, an argument for Bombay’s physical isolation, with the sea and the mountains separating it from the Marathi-speaking heartland.

She went back to the bedroom and into the large walk-in closet. The beginnings of the closet were not the closet itself but its contents. According to Billy, she was to have an array of shoes, bags, belts, jeans, white shirts, suits for luncheons, cocktail dresses, evening gowns, resort clothes for both mountain and island, and any sport in which one might be called upon to participate: golf, tennis, horseback riding, parasailing, rappelling, white-water rafting, and even hockey.

Every man hath the right to doubt his task, and to forsake it from time to time; but what he must not do is forget it. Whoever doubteth not himself is unworthy—for in his unquestioning belief in his ability, he commiteth the sin of pride. Blessed are they who go through moments of indecision.” “Moments ago, you saw I was not even sure you were an emissary of God.

With a mob trashing his restaurant and scrapping in the street outside?” “That’s right, sir.” “Ah. I get it. There’s none so deaf as those that won’t hear, are you saying?” “Something like that, sir, yes. Look, it’s all over, sir. I don’t think anyone’s seriously hurt. It’ll be for the best, sir. Please?” “Is this one of those private dwarf things, Captain?” “Yes, sir—” “Well, this is Ankh-Morpork, Captain, not some mine in the mountains, and it’s my job to keep the peace, and this, Captain, doesn’t look like it. What’re people going to say about rioting in the streets?

Fear reaches only to the point where the unavoidable begins; from there on, it loses its meaning. And all we have left is the hope that we are making the right decision.

It’s not easy to listen: in our prayers we always try to say where we have erred, and what we should like to happen to us. But the Lord already knows all of this, and sometimes asks us only to hear what the Universe is telling us. And to be patient.

All life’s battles teach us something, even those we lose. When you grow up, you’ll discover that you have defended lies, deceived yourself, or suffered for foolishness. If you’re a good warrior, you will not blame yourself for this, but neither will you allow your mistakes to repeat themselves.

Is it always necessary to leave?” “It’s always necessary to know when a stage of one’s life has ended. If you stubbornly cling to it after the need has passed, you lose the joy and meaning of the rest. And you risk being shaken to your senses by God.

You have discovered how everything is simple,” the crow seemed to reply. “Having courage is enough.

ELIJAH REMEMBERED. She had come to ask him to make some trays. While Elijah was doing as she asked, he heard her say that her work was a way of expressing the presence of God. “From the way you make the trays, I can see that you have the same feeling,” she had continued. “Because you smile as you work.” The woman divided human beings into two groups: those who took joy in, and those who complained about, what they did. The latter affirmed that the curse cast upon Adam by God was the only truth: “Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life.” They took no pleasure in work and were annoyed on feast days, when they were obliged to rest. They used the Lord’s words as an excuse for their futile lives, forgetting that He had also said to Moses: “For the Lord shall greatly bless thee in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee for an inheritance to possess it.

If you had not worked as a carpenter, you would not have been able to place your soul outside yourself, to pretend that it is a crow talking, and to understand that you are better and wiser than you believe,” came the reply. “Because it was in the carpentry shop that you discovered the sacred that is in all things.” “I always took pleasure in pretending to talk to the tables and chairs I built; wasn’t that enough? And when I spoke to them, I usually found thoughts that had never entered my head. The woman had told me that it was because I had put the greater part of my soul into the work, and it was this part that answered me. “But when I was beginning to understand that I could serve God in this way, the angel appeared, and—well, you know the rest.” “The angel appeared because you were ready,” replied the crow. “I was a good carpenter.” “It was part of your apprenticeship. When a man journeys toward his destiny, often he is obliged to change paths. At other times, the forces around him are too powerful and he is compelled to lay aside his courage and yield. All this is part of the apprenticeship.” Elijah listened attentively to what his soul was saying. “But no one can lose sight of what he desires. Even if there are moments when he believes the world and the others are stronger. The secret is this: do not surrender.” “I never thought of being a prophet,” Elijah said. “You did, but you were convinced that it was impossible. Or that it was dangerous. Or that it was unthinkable.” Elijah rose. “Why do you tell me what I have no wish to hear?” Startled at the movement, the bird fled. * * * THE BIRD RETURNED the next morning. Instead of resuming the conversation, Elijah began to observe it, for the animal always managed to feed itself and always brought him the food that remained.

I am a prophet. I saw an angel as I worked, and I cannot doubt what I am capable of doing, even if the entire world should tell me the opposite. I brought about a massacre in my country by challenging the one closest to the king’s heart. I’m in the desert, as before I was in a carpentry shop, because my soul told me that a man must go through various stages before he can fulfill his destiny.” “Yes, and now you know who you are,” commented the crow.

Anyone who climbs the Fifth Mountain will die from the fire of the heavens. The gods don’t like strangers.” She fell silent. She had remembered dreaming, the night before, of a very strong light. From the midst of that light came a voice saying: “Receive the stranger who comes seeking you.

Elijah was preparing to depart, when the high priest told him, “It seems that a young woman from Sidon is more powerful than your One God. She succeeded in erecting an altar to Baal, before which the old priests now kneel.” “Everything will happen as was written by the Lord,” replied the prophet. “There are moments when tribulations occur in our lives, and we cannot avoid them. But they are there for some reason.” “What reason?” “That is a question we cannot answer before, or even during, the trials. Only when we have overcome them do we understand why they were there.

Elijah prayed again, imploring with all his strength. At that instant, the boy stirred. “I want to leave here,” the boy said in a weak voice. His mother’s eyes shone with happiness; tears rolled down her cheeks. “Come, my son. We’ll go wherever you like, do whatever you wish.” Elijah tried to pick him up, but the boy pushed his hand away. “I want to do it by myself,” he said. He rose slowly and began to walk toward the outer room. After a few steps, he dropped to the floor, as if felled by a bolt of lightning. Elijah and the widow ran to him; the boy was dead.

The laundry soap wasn’t organic and so our clothes smelled artificially mountain fresh. We went to the mountains. You asked about my writing. I never looked at another man and wondered what he’d be like to fuck instead. You drove a very impractical car every day until the fourth or fifth snowfall of the year. You wanted a dog. We noticed dogs, on the street; we stopped to scratch their necks. The park was not my only reprieve from housework. The books we read had no pictures. We did not think about the impact of television screens on brains. We did not understand that children liked things best if they were manufactured for the purpose of an adult’s use. We thought we knew each other. And we thought we knew ourselves.

The Missing are a fifth tribe,” Theus said. “Part of the first wave to leave humanity’s home world an age before those who came here from the four systems. I was part of the final ascension that emptied Abeth long before the new tribes arrived, but some of my parents’ sect escaped the purification and managed to hide in the northern ice. It’s not a place to thrive. Their descendants remained a handful, leading primitive lives. I don’t know when or how they met the newcomers but they were not recognized and in time their bloods mingled, though their line stayed in the north.

While Elijah was doing as she asked, he heard her say that her work was a way of expressing the presence of God. “From the way you make the trays, I can see that you have the same feeling,” she had continued. “Because you smile as you work.” The woman divided human beings into two groups: those who took joy in, and those who complained about, what they did. The latter affirmed that the curse cast upon Adam by God was the only truth: “Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life.” They took no pleasure in work and were annoyed on feast days, when they were obliged to rest. They used the Lord’s words as an excuse for their futile lives, forgetting that He had also said to Moses: “For the Lord shall greatly bless thee

in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee for an inheritance to possess it.” “Yes, I remember the woman. She was right; I did enjoy my work in the carpentry shop. She taught me to talk to things.” “If you had not worked as a carpenter, you would not have been able to place your soul outside yourself, to pretend that it is a crow talking, and to understand that you are better and wiser than you believe,” came the reply. “Because it was in the carpentry shop that you discovered the sacred that is in all things.

He said, go on, and tell me why the sky is called sky. He answered, because it is created of vapor, vapor from the steam of the sea. He asked, whence comes its green? He replied, from Mount Caf, and Mount Caf received it from the emeralds in paradise. This is the mountain that girdles the circle of the earth and holds up the sky. He asked, does the sky have a door? He replied, it has doors that hang down. He asked, and do the doors have keys? He replied that they have keys that are to God’s treasure. He asked, of what are the doors made? He answered, of gold. He asked, you, tell me the truth, but tell me, this sky of ours from what was it created? He replied: the first of green water, the second of clear water, the third of emeralds, the fourth of the purest gold, the fifth of hyacinth, the sixth of a shining cloud, the seventh of the splendor of fire. He said, and in this you speak the truth. But what is there above these seven skies? He replied, a life-giving sea, and above it a nebulous sea, and proceeding in this way in order, there is the aereal sea, and above it the sorrowful sea, and above it the somber sea, and above it the sea of pleasure, and above that the Moon, and above that the Sun, and above that the name of God, and above it supplication …” and so forth

You are a weapon meant to move mountains. A mere walk can’t take that out of you.

Dio può tutto. Qualora si limitasse a fare soltanto ciò che chiamano Bene, non potremo definirlo Onnipotente. Egli dominerebbe soltanto una parte dell'universo, ed esisterebbe qualcuno più potente di Lui, che sorveglia e giudica le Sue azioni. In tal caso, io adorerei questo qualcuno più potente.

Anche le anime, come i fiumi e le piante, avevano bisogno di un altro tipo di pioggia: la speranza, la fede, la ragione per vivere. Quando ciò non accadeva, in quell'anima moriva tutto, anche se il corpo continuava a vivere.

It’s getting-up time,” Alessandro declares. “Today is the day.” “What day?” “The release date.” “What are we talking about?” “Daa-add. The new XBOX game. Hunting Old Sammie.” Armand opens his eyes. He looks at his son looking at him. The boy’s eyes are only inches away. “You’re kidding.” “It’s the newest best game. You hunt down terrorists and kill them.” Lifting his voice, “‘Deploy teams of Black Berets into the ancient mountains of Tora Bora. Track implacable terrorists to their cavernous lairs. Rain withering fire down on the homicidal masterminds who planned the horror of September eleven, two-thousand-and-one.’” The kid’s memory is canny. Armand lifts Alex off his chest and sits up. “Who invented it?” “I’m telling you, dad. It’s an XBOX game.” “We can get it today?” “No,” Leah says. “Absolutely not. The last thing he needs is another violent video game.” “Mahhuum!” “How bad can it be?” says Armand. “How would you know? A minute ago you hadn’t heard of it.” “And you had?” “I saw a promo. Helicopter gunships with giant machine guns. Soldiers with flamethrowers, turning bearded men into candles.” “Sounds great.” “Armand, really. How old are you?” “I don’t see what my age has to do with it.” “Dad, it’s totally cool. ‘Uncover mountain strongholds with thermal imaging technology. Call in air-strikes by F-16s. Destroy terrorist cells with laser weaponry. Wage pitched battles against mujahideen. Capture bin Laden alive or kill him on the spot. March down Fifth Avenue with jihadists’ heads on pikes. Make the world safe for democracy.’” Safe for Dick Cheney’s profits, Armand thinks, knowing all about it from his former life, but says nothing. It’s pretty much impossible to explain the complexity of how things work within the greater systemic dysfunction. Instead, he asks the one question that matters. “How much does it cost?” Alessandro’s mouth minces sideways. He holds up fingers, then realizes he needs more than two hands. Armand can see the kid doesn’t want to say. “C’mon. ’Fess up.” Alex sighs. “A one with two zeros.” “One hundred dollars.” Alex’s eyes slide away. Rapid nods, face averted. “Yeah.” “For a video game, Alex.” “Yhep.” “No way.” “Daa-add! It’s the greatest game ever!” The boy is beginning to whine. “Don’t whine,” Armand tells him. “On TV it’s awesome. The army guys are flaming a cave and when the terror guys try to escape, they shoot them.” “Neat.” “Their turbans are on fire.” “Even better.” “Armand,” Leah says. “Dad,” says Alessandro. He will not admit it but Armand is hooked. It would be deeply satisfying in the second-most intimate way imaginable to kill al Qaida terrorists holed up along the Afghanistan-Pakistan border—something the actual U.S. military cannot or will not completely do. But a hundred bucks. It isn’t really the money, although living on interest income Armand has become more frugal. He can boost the C-note but what message would it send? Hunting virtual terrorists in cyberspace is all well and good. But plunking down $100 for a toy seems irresponsible and possibly wrong in a country where tens of thousands are homeless and millions have no health insurance and children continue, incredibly, to go hungry. Fifty million Americans live in poverty and he’s looking to play games.

Not roses or carnations, chrysanthemums or tulips. For her, Gerbera daisies, not because of the 30 species, the fifth-most cut flower in the world, their heads perfect halos of dazzling colors that draw even the darkest of minds, but because each flower is made of hundreds of smaller flowers, and so there is no single bloom that provides more chance, extends the game of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. Compelling is the urge to work around the center, dismantle a thing of beauty into the least of its parts. How it finishes depends on sheer luck, a numbers game of odds and evens that often ends badly: if I could, I’d have planted a bed of flowers in her head to elongate the game, increase her chances, or hope that one sturdy bloom would seed and take root, spawn continuous subdivisions of itself to keep her plucking away at a Möbius strip of a garden that would end to begin again. But she only had the one flower. With it, she climbed the tallest mountain and looked out over the edge, her mind tearing at the petals, each dark thought a synapse, an impulse held and then released, held and released, until only the stalk remained— I might, I might not, I just might." -"Suicide Is a Mind Stripping Petals off Flowers

The act if living one's own destiny includes a series of stages that are far beyond our understanding, whose objective is always to... make us learn the lessons necessary to fulfill our own destiny.

Eventually, at 7:22 A.M. on the morning of May 26, 1998, with tears still pouring down my frozen cheeks, the summit of Mount Everest opened her arms and welcomed me in. As if she now considered me somehow worthy of this place. My pulse raced, and in a haze I found myself suddenly standing on top of the world. Alan embraced me, mumbling excitedly into his mask. Neil was still staggering toward us. As he approached, the wind began to die away. The sun was now rising over the hidden land of Tibet, and the mountains beneath us were bathed in a crimson red. Neil knelt and crossed himself on the summit. Then, together, with our masks of, we hugged as brothers. I got to my feet and began to look around. I swore that I could see halfway around the world. The horizon seemed to bend at the edges. It was the curvature of our earth. Technology can put a man on the moon but not up here. There truly was some magic to this place. The radio suddenly crackled to my left. Neil spoke into it excitedly. “Base camp. We’ve run out of earth.” The voice on the other end exploded with jubilation. Neil passed the radio to me. For weeks I had planned what I would say if I reached the top, but all that just fell apart. I strained into the radio and spoke without thinking. “I just want to get home.” The memory of what went on then begins to fade. We took several photos with both the SAS and the DLE flags flying on the summit, as promised, and I scooped some snow into an empty Juice Plus vitamin bottle I had with me.* It was all I would take with me from the summit. I remember having some vague conversation on the radio--patched through from base camp via a satellite phone--with my family some three thousand miles away: the people who had given me the inspiration to climb. But up there, the time flew by, and like all moments of magic, nothing can last forever. We had to get down. It was already 7:48 A.M. Neil checked my oxygen. “Bear, you’re right down. You better get going, buddy, and fast.” I had just under a fifth of a tank to get me back to the Balcony. I heaved the pack and tank onto my shoulders, fitted my mask, and turned around. The summit was gone. I knew that I would never see it again. *Years later, Shara and I christened our three boys with this snow water from Everest’s summit. Life moments.

Got something!’ Maria Lynch interrupted them, dragging a page from the printer. ‘The dress was bought from Dinkydress on April first. Paid for by credit card. They won’t say who owns the card, but it was delivered by courier to Maeve Phillips, 251 Mellow Grove, on the fifth.’ ‘She had that dress over a month and never wore it. Wonder what it was bought for? Any credit cards in her own name?’ Lottie asked, reading the page. ‘She hasn’t even got a bank account,’ Lynch said. ‘Someone bought it for her. Might be a boyfriend. See if you can get the company to release the name.’ ‘How?’ ‘Make something up. I think whoever bought that dress may be Maeve’s mystery boyfriend. If we find this boyfriend, we might find Maeve. We need to be concentrating on the murder of the woman found under the street.’ ‘Will I hand this missing person case over to someone else, so?’ Lynch asked. ‘No. We need to make it high priority. Find out if Maeve Phillips has a passport, and I want to talk to this friend of hers, Emily. I need to be sure Maeve’s disappearance isn’t linked to the murder.’ ‘Hardly likely, is it?’ Boyd said. ‘Ticking the box,’ Lottie said. ‘As long as it’s not a wooden one with a brass cross on top,’ Kirby said, raising his head from behind a mountain of paperwork.

Because these papyri transport ideas,” he replied. “And ideas have power.

Even in some older literature, such as in the writings of Byzantine historian Philostorgius in the fifth century, Ararat was suggested as the ark’s landing site. After the 13th century a.d., more sources affirm this mountain as the landing site.

The Natha Yogis of the Vindhyachal Mountains name their scripture as the Natha Namavali. Among the lives of the great gurus of this cult, described in this Sutra, is a guru named Ishai Natha. He came to India at the age of fourteen, and after sixteen long years of Tapsiya he came to understand the science of Samadhi. After this he went back to his own country and began his ministry. Soon, however, the Jews, who were his enemies, conspired against him and had him crucified. At the time of crucifixion Ishai Natha entered into Samadhi. Seeing him thus, the Jews presumed he was dead and buried him in a tomb. At that very moment, however, one of his ­Gurus, the great Chetan Natha happened to be engaged in profound meditation in the Himalayas. He saw in a vision the tortures Ishai Natha was undergoing. He therefore made his body lighter than air and flew over to the land of Israel. The day of his arrival was marked with thunder and lightning, for the gods were angry and the whole world trembled. The Chetan Natha took the body of Ishai Natha from the tomb and woke him from his Samadhi, and led him off to the sacred land of the Aryans. The above information given in the Natha Namavali establishes survival of Jesus on the cross and his departure towards the East. It is interesting that we are further informed in this Sutra that Ishai Natha established his Ashram in the lower regions of the Himalayas.

Domnul asculta rugile celor ce vor sa scape de ura, dar ramane surd la ruga celor ce se feresc de iubire.

Todas las batallas en la vida sirven para enseñarnos algo, inclusive aquellas que perdemos. Cuando crezcas, descubrirás que ya defendiste mentiras, te engañaste a ti mismo o sufriste por tonterías. Si eres un buen guerrero, no te culparás por ello, pero tampoco dejarás que tus errores se repitan.

Mesopotamia in the fifth or fourth millennium BCE was a magnet for nomads, drawing Sumerian-speaking peoples from the mountains or sea cultures and Semitic tribes that left the arid Arab Peninsula and migrated into the Mesopotamian greenbelt.

اذا توقفت لأفكر، فسأجد نفسي عاجزاً عن التصرف كما أرغب".

In October of 1991, on the day I met Steve, it was only by chance that I stopped at his wildlife park at all. I had been sleeping in the backseat of a car on the way back from a barbecue at a friend of a friend’s house. Up front, Lori’s friend knew I was interested in zoos. When he saw a sign for this one, he debated with himself whether he should wake me. Even when he did, I wasn’t sure if this reptile park was going to be much more than a few snakes in little glass tanks. So it was only by chance that I was on that highway at all, and only chance that I stopped. And it was only by chance that Steve conducted the croc show that day. Some days, Wes did the show. Chance. Fate. Destiny. These were words I lived by. I believed my life had been shaped for a special purpose. But with Steve’s death my faith was tested. Was it pure chance that Steve, a man who cheated mortality almost every single day of his adult life, died in such a bizarre accident? During the decade and a half that I knew him, I don’t think a week went by when he didn’t get a bite, blow, or injury of some kind. His knee and shoulder plagued him from years of jumping crocs. As Steve erected a fence at our Brigalow Belt conservation property, a big fence-post driver he was using slipped and landed directly on his head, compressing the fifth disk in his neck. Even injured, he still managed to push on--at the zoo, filming, and doing heavy construction. He went at work like a bull at a gate. He climbed trees with orangutans. He traversed the most remote deserts and the most impossible mountains. He packed his life chock-a-block full with risks of all kinds. “I get called an adrenaline junkie every other minute,” Steve said. “I’m just fine with that.” One crowded hour of glorious life is worth more than an age without a name. I had no regrets for Steve’s glorious life, and I know he couldn’t have lived any other way.

If I am not for myself, Who will be for me ? And if I am not for others, What am I ? And if not now, when?

Souls too, like rivulets and plants, needed a different kind of rain: hope, faith, a reason to live.

Observing it, he saw that it managed to find food in the desert, and he discovered that he could survive for a few more days if he learned to do the same.

I know the fifth chapter

The patient sculptor that was nature turned the region into an uninhabited metropolis of monumental architecture: mountainous arches as breathtaking as rainbows, precipitous bridges sized for city-ships, buttes and spires whose profiles brought to mind the ancient monsters at the end of the Fifth Age of Mankind, lofty hoodoos that rose like the columns of ruined temples erected by larger-than-life heroes for unimaginable gods.

Imagine someone with an actual beating heart, who claims to love baseball, looking at a spreadsheet on a computer at a Fifth Avenue Starbucks and deciding that the national pastime in the very places where it truly touches the hearts of that nation might be better off without McCormick Field. Without the next Ron McKee or Gary Saunders. Without James the Mountain Man bracing snakebites to retrieve baseballs. Without the Circuit Rider and the Two-Eyed Redeemer galloping in to save souls before a Sunday-afternoon matinee. Without jazz saxophone national anthems, panty-less miniskirt haircuts atop the home team dugout, and mascot fights. Without a McCormick Field sunset, settling in over the ballpark as fireworks explode overhead and-sure-, why not?-Alabama's "Cheap Seats" reverberating off the trees, the forest, and the honeysuckle vines that line the magnificent little bandbox carved into a nook of the Blue Ridge Mountains. That's the imagery I carry in my head. It's what I see in my mind's eye the very instant someone mentions the Asheville Tourists or McCormick Field. It has been that way every single day of my life since the summer of 1994, and it will be that way until I depart this Earth to be rejoined by Julio the Cat.

In New York Chinatown—the largest Chinese enclave in the country, in which sixty-five percent of the inhabitants reportedly have limited or no English—the median income is nine thousand dollars a year. In San Francisco Chinatown, the country’s second largest Chinese community, annual earnings are slightly higher, at eleven thousand dollars a year. In addition to poor wages, these immigrants lack affordable health care and housing. Nationwide, one-fifth of all Chinese American housing is overcrowded. In San Francisco Chinatown, the population density is 228 per acre, the second highest in the nation after some parts of Manhattan. Over half of the housing is considered “old, deteriorated, and substandard.” Today, single men can still be found sharing eight-by-eight-foot rooms and sleeping in bunk beds stacked from floor to ceiling. Bathrooms and kitchens are shared by several families. Immigrants—children and adults—can expect to hear racial epithets, have food thrown at them, get beaten up, and be made fun of. And, just as in the old days, these immigrants are usually too afraid or too bewildered to complain.

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Maron was a priest and hermit who lived in the early part of the fifth century in the mountains of what is now central Lebanon. He devoted his life to prayer and good works, living simply and frugally. Eventually the Maronite Church was created in his name. In the sixteenth century it permanently joined with and became part of the Roman Catholic Church. Although its liturgy and practices were once significantly different from those of the Roman Catholic faith, over time the differences have diminished and the two are now virtually indistinguishable, especially as they operate in the United States.

El Señor escucha las preces de los que piden para olvidar el odio. Pero está sordo para lo que quieren huir del amor.

-Her zaman gitmek mi gerekir? -İnsanın yaşamının bir aşamasının ne zaman bittiğini her zaman bilmesi gerekir. Bir yerde gerekli olan zamandan daha uzun kalmakta diretirsen, sevincini ve huzurunu yitirirsin ve doğru yola Tanrı tarafından döndürülme tehlikesiyle karşı karşıya kalırsın.

Geçici olan ne? Kaçınılmaz olan. Peki, kalıcı olan ne? Kaçınılmaz olandan çıkardığımız dersler!

Sonradan pişmanlık duymak, gençliğini yitirdiğinden yakınmak istemiyorsan, akıp giden her andan yararlan. Rab, insanlara her yaşta, o yaşa özgü kaygılar verir.

The 4-H Lassies met Saturday afternoon with Miss Caroline White at the home of Mrs. Max Granich. Miss Shirley Cole demonstrated sewing on bias binding. Miss Marie Moore gave a demonstration of buffet decoration. Refreshments were served by Mrs. Granich.” The above item from the North Adams Transcript of Feb. 15, 1952, suggests a bucolic scene from mid-20th century America, with girls and women gathering at a routine meeting of a youth group that extolled fundamental agrarian values. In a most unlikely scenario, however, the hostess of this event, Mrs. Grace Granich, had the month before been denounced by the House Un-American Activities Committee “as a menace to the security of the United States.” The Boston Daily Record described her appearance as she “took the fifth”: “A graying and grandmotherly appearing figure, Mrs. Granich refused to answer all questions about her activities since 1930 on grounds that to answer might tend to incriminate her. Despite threats of contempt citations, the Granichs claimed their constitutional privilege against being required to give self-incriminating testimony.

Then, at the final hour, when hope was dim and my heart bruised with the sense of failure, God blessed me with a completely different message. A sermon expressly for this service, this day, this people… The trouble is, he gave me only four words… Last night, alone in my study, God gave me four words that Saint Paul wrote in his first letter to the church at Thessalonica. Four words that can help us enter into obedience, trust, and closer communion with God himself, made known through Jesus Christ. Here are the four words. I pray that you will inscribe them on your heart… ‘In everything, give thanks.’… In EVERYTHING, give thanks. That’s all. That’s this morning’s message. If you believe as I do, that scripture is the inspired word of God, then we see this not as a random thought or oddly clever idea of his servant Paul, but as a loving command issued through the great apostle. Generally, Christians understand that giving thanks is good and right, though we don’t do it often enough. It’s easy to have a grateful heart when we have food and shelter, love and hope, health and peace. But what about the hard stuff? The stuff that darkens your world and wounds you to the quick? Just what is this ‘everything’ business? It’s the hook, it’s the key. ‘Everything’ is the word on which this whole powerful command stands, and has its being. Please don’t misunderstand, the word ‘thanks’ is crucial. But a deeper spiritual truth, I believe, lies in giving thanks in everything. In loss of all kinds, in illness, in depression, in grief, in failure, and of course, in health and peace, success and happiness. In everything. There will be times when you wonder how you can possibly thank him for something that turns your life upside down. Certainly, there will be such times for me. Let us then, at times like these, give thanks on faith alone, obedient, trusting, hoping, believing… Remember our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who suffered agonies we can’t begin to imagine, fulfilling God’s will that you and I might have everlasting life. Some of us have been in trying circumstances these last months, unsettling, unremitting, even, we sometimes think, unbearable. ‘Dear God,’ we pray, ‘stop this. Fix that. Bless us, and step on it.’ I admit to you that although I often thank God for my blessings, even the smallest, I haven’t thanked him for my afflictions. I know the fifth chapter of First Thessalonians pretty well, yet it just hadn’t occurred to me to actually take Him up on this notion. I’ve been too busy begging him to lead me out of the valley and onto the mountain top. After all, I have work to do, I have things to accomplish… I started thanking Him last night, this morning at two o’clock, to be precise, for something that grieves me deeply, and I’m committed to continue thanking him in this hard thing, no matter how desperate it might become. And I’m going to begin looking for the good in it, whether God caused it or permitted it. We can rest assured there is great good in it. Why have I decided to take these four words as a personal commission? Here’s the entire eighteenth verse: ‘In everything, give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you’. His will concerning you. His will concerning me. This thing which I’ve taken as a commission intrigues me. I want to see where it goes, where it leads. I pray you’ll be called to do the same. And please tell me where it leads you. Let me hear what happens when you respond to what I believe is a powerful and challenging, though deceptively simple, command of God. Let’s look once more at the four words God is saying to us by looking at what our obedience to them will say to God. Our obedience will say, ‘Father, I don’t know why you’re causing or allowing this hard thing to happen, but I’m going to give thanks in it because you ask me to. I’m going to trust you to have a purpose for it that I can’t know, and may never know. Bottom line, you’re God, and that’s good enough for me.

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. The dawn is a refreshing time, a time of possibility and promise.

During the 1920s, slightly more than 350 new immigrants—some longtime Americans, some fresh off the boat—would take up residence in the county each day. Intoxicated by their good fortune, they would help Los Angeles grow from a mere thirty-two square miles at the turn of the century to a languid sprawl of more than 390 square miles by 1925. This development would catapult Los Angeles from the tenth largest to the fifth largest city in population in the country, considerably irritating residents of San Francisco, who had long held that theirs was the most important city on the Pacific Coast. In this decade, average life expectancy in America would climb to fifty-five years. One out of every four American families would buy or sell an automobile, and the Ford Motor Company would go to market with a car that sold for as little as $290. Radio would become all the rage. Women would ponder the meaning of the first Miss America Pageant, and would take pride in the first woman senator, the first woman governor, Amelia Earhart’s adventures, and the ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment.

In the fifth century BC, Buddhism and Jainism posed a great threat to Vedic ritualism. Members of the merchant classes patronized these monastic ideologies. Threatening even the Buddhists and the Jains was the idea of an all-powerful personal Godhead that was slowly taking shape in the popular imagination. The common man always found more comfort in tangible stories and rituals that made trees, rivers, mountains, heroes, sages, alchemists and ascetics worthy of worship. The move from many guardian deities and fertility spirits to one all-powerful uniting deity was but a small step. Being atheistic, or at least agnostic, Buddhism and Jainism could do nothing more than tolerate this fascination for theism on their fringes. In a desperate bid to survive, Vedic priests, the Brahmins, did something more: they consciously assimilated the trend into the Vedic fold. In their speculation they concluded and advertised the idea that Godhead was nothing but the embodiment of Brahman, the mystic force invoked by the chanting of Vedic hymns and the performance of Vedic rituals. Adoration of this Godhead through pooja, a rite that involved offering food, water, flowers, lamp and incense, was no different from the yagna.

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Here is a land. It is ordinary, as lands go. Mountains and plateaus and canyons and river deltas, the usual. Ordinary, except for its size and its dynamism. It moves a lot, this land. Like an old man lying restlessly abed it heaves and sighs, puckers and farts, yawns and swallows. Naturally this land’s people have named it the Stillness. It is a land of quiet and bitter irony.

We were told that a man came to Ibrāhīm ibn Adham and said, ‘Abū Isḥāq, I cannot refrain from acts of disobedience. Tell me something by which I can help myself!’ He answered, ‘Yes. I tell you that there are five qualities which if you have them, disobedience will not harm you!’ He said, ‘Go on.’ He said, ‘When you want to disobey Allāh, do not consume His provision.’ He replied, ‘Abū Isḥāq, how could I find something to eat when everything in the earth is Allāh’s provision?’ He asked, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and then disobey Him?’ He answered, ‘No. What is the second?’ He said, ‘If you want to disobey Him, do not live in His land.’ He replied, ‘This is harder than the first! Since the heavens and the earth and what are between them and what is in them are His, where will I live?’ He said, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and live in His land and then disobey Him?’ ‘No,’ he answered, ‘So what is the third?’ He said, ‘When you want to disobey Him, look for a place in which He will not see you and then disobey Him there.’ He replied, ‘Abū Isḥāq! How can I do that when there is no place in the heavens or the earth, the mountains and seas that is not obvious to Him? He sees what is in the depths of the seas and under the levels of mountains!’ He said, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and dwell in His land and openly show Him disobedience?’ ‘No,’ he replied, ‘And what is the fourth?’ He said, ‘When the Angel of Death comes to you to take your soul, say, “Give me a delay so that I can repent?”’ He answered, ‘He will not accept it from me.’ He said, ‘When you disobey Him and are not safe from sudden death, and no deferral will be accepted from you so that you die without repentance, then what will your situation be?’ He stated, ‘Tell me the fifth.’ He said, ‘When the Zabāniyah come to you to take you to the Fire, do not go with them.’ He replied, ‘They will not leave me.’ He said, ‘If you are unable to defend yourself against them and do not abandon disobedience, so how can you hope for deliverance?’ He said, ‘It is enough for me.’ He clung to Ibrāhīm’s company and worshipped Allāh until he died.

We were told that a man came to Ibrāhīm ibn Adham and said, ‘Abū Isḥāq, I cannot refrain from acts of disobedience. Tell me something by which I can help myself!’ He answered, ‘Yes. I tell you that there are five qualities which if you have them, disobedience will not harm you!’ He said, ‘Go on.’ He said, ‘When you want to disobey Allāh, do not consume His provision.’ He replied, ‘Abū Isḥāq, how could I find something to eat when everything in the earth is Allāh’s provision?’ He asked, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and then disobey Him?’ He answered, ‘No. What is the second?’ He said, ‘If you want to disobey Him, do not live in His land.’ He replied, ‘This is harder than the first! Since the heavens and the earth and what are between them and what is in them are His, where will I live?’ He said, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and live in His land and then disobey Him?’ ‘No,’ he answered, ‘So what is the third?’ He said, ‘When you want to disobey Him, look for a place in which He will not see you and then disobey Him there.’ He replied, ‘Abū Isḥāq! How can I do that when there is no place in the heavens or the earth, the mountains and seas that is not obvious to Him? He sees what is in the depths of the seas and under the levels of mountains!’ He said, ‘Is it proper to eat His provision and dwell in His land and openly show Him disobedience?’ ‘No,’ he replied, ‘And what is the fourth?’ He said, ‘When the Angel of Death comes to you to take your soul, say, “Give me a delay so that I can repent?”’ He answered, ‘He will not accept it from me.’ He said, ‘When you disobey Him and are not safe from sudden death, and no deferral will be accepted from you so that you die without repentance, then what will your situation be?’ He stated, ‘Tell me the fifth.’ He said, ‘When the Zabāniyah come to you to take you to the Fire, do not go with them.’ He replied, ‘They will not leave me.’ He said, ‘If you are unable to defend yourself against them and do not abandon disobedience, so how can you hope for deliverance?’ He said, ‘It is enough for me.’ He clung to Ibrāhīm’s company and worshipped Allāh until he died.

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Everything that could have happened but did not is carried away by the wind and leaves no trace

Everything that could have happened but did not is carried away by the wind and leaves no trace.

All of you were so preoccupied with custom that you forgot that times change.

Nothing is a unique chance.

Thou needest only distinguish what is temporary from what is lasting." "What is temporary?" asked Elijah. "The unavoidable." "And what is lasting?" "The lessons of the unavoidable.

Ask the children. They know everything.

Your words seem wise and that is the greatest danger of all. If you were speaking folly, it would be simple to prove you wrong.

If the arrow had struck him he would be dead – and the rest was up to god. But if love struck him, he alone would have to take responsibility for the consequences.

I have the courage to face the king of Israel, the princess of Sidon, the Council of Akbar, but that one word – love – inspires deep terror in me.

More than once he recognized his friends, and wept – but he did not interrupt his task.

The shake that passes will echo. The wave that recedes will come back. The mountain that rumbles will roar.