Hi Marsha If god were no more than the silence into which we ask our questions, god would still be very important to human beings and their culture.
David M ----- Original Message ----- From: "MarshaV" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Monday, October 01, 2007 7:42 AM Subject: [MD] The Madman: The Perfect World > > The Madman: The Perfect World by Khalil Gibran > > > > God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods, hear me: > > Gentle Destiny that watchest over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear me: > > I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. > > I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst > finished worlds -- peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose > thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions > are enrolled and registered. > > Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and even > the countless things that pass in the dim twilight of neither sin nor > virtue are recorded and catalogued. > > Here days and nights are divided into seasons of conduct and governed > by rules of blameless accuracy. > > To eat, to drink, to sleep, to cover one's nudity, and then to be > weary in due time. > > To work, to play, to sing, to dance, and then to lie still when the > clock strikes the hour. > > To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease thinking and > feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon. > > To rob a neighbour with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful wave > of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to destroy a > soul with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then to wash the > hands when the day's work is done. > > To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best > self in a pre-conceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly, to > intrigue the devils artfully -- and then to forget all as though > memory were dead. > > To fancy with a motive, to contemplate with consideration, to be > happy sweetly, to suffer nobly -- and then to empty the cup so that > tomorrow may fill it again. > > All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with > determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed by > reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method. And even > their silent graves that lie within the human soul are marked and > numbered. > > It is a perfect world, a world of consummate excellence, a world of > supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought > of the universe. > > But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled > passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a > bewildered fragment from a burnt planet? > > Why am I here, O God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods? > > ------------ > > Greetings, > > I hope you all forgive me for posting these little gems. I have them > playing randomly on my iPod via the Shuffle option, it's uncanny the > song or piece of music that plays following a parable. > > Kudrun > > > Hahahahah > > > > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
