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The Core of Masculinity
The core of masculinity does not derive from being male, nor friendliness from those who console.
Your old grandmother says, "Maybe you shouldn't go to school. You look a little pale."
Run when you hear that. A father's stern slaps are better.
Your bodily soul wants comforting. The severe father wants spiritual clarity. He scolds, but eventually leads you into the open.
Pray for a tough instructor to hear and act and stay within you.
We have been busy accumulating solace. Make us afraid of how we were.(Mathnawi,VI, 1430-1445) ~Rumi
and word/poem juxtapose
'Fundamentals' ~Felix Dennis
The fruits of the Crusaders haunt us still,
'Creationism' slithers from its hole,
They'd kill us all to save one mortal soul
While heathen unbelievers foot the bill.
Priest, wherein lies the freedom in 'free will',
The gift of which was never yours to dole?
You but return to men what first you stole
With hints of paradise to coat the pill.
Your certainties speak love but end in death:
The mullahs bay for blood in Babylon,
In Bethlehem the Hebrews marshall tanks.
A pox on every martyr who drew breath-
Hard sermons do but urge the rabble on
While hooded sons of terror smirk their thanks.
Happy Birthday Janet (far right)....."To the outside world we all grow old, but not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each others hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.~Clara Ortega
"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving... 'The World as I See It...' an essay by Albert Einstein