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“In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight” Tagore

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that even as we watch we must grab each other and step back we must grab each other or get our shoes soaked we must grab each other "Love poem" ~ Linda Pastan

"You came to me out of a world which I do not know and do not understand. Sooner or later, I know that you would be recaptured by it, Why should I wish to detain you? Have I not learned how to live alone? Have I not found in my own solitude the strength to endure all things--even the buffeting of snarling winds and the rage of destructive lightnings? Where did I get this power endurance from? I drew it forth out of my own heart, where at first it lay asleep. Now I fear none and nothing--not even death, which cannot be far away. I have learned to depend on no help, except my own. That, my friend, is my answer to you. Be self reliant. Wheresoever you go, remain a hermit inwardly. Then your world can never weaken you. Do not leave your stillness here after you find it. Take it back with you into that distant life whose agitation rarely reaches me, hold to it as your most treasured possession, and then, unafraid, you may let all storms blow past you. Remember always that you derive your being from heaven. My own peace I give to you" ~Dr.Paul Brunton (excerpt: Hermit in the Himalayas)

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Qing dynasty

Qing dynasty

-By Gustav Courbet, 1864, French ycba.yale.edu/education/edu_fellowships.html

In the Wilderness by Guercino, Ca 1652-55, Italiana ycba.yale.edu/education/edu_fellowships.html

-by Franscesco Trevisani, Ca 1715-20, Rome, Italian ycba.yale.edu/education/edu_fellowships.html

Unknown artist, CA1470, Tyrolean or Northern Italian Photographed at Yale Art Gallery ycba.yale.edu/education/edu_fellowships.html

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth. Gettysburg Address by Lincoln