Levenskunst - Epictetus


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Het duidt op een gebrek aan levenskunst
om teveel tijd te besteden aan het lichaam,
zoals veel eten en drinken,
vaak naar het toilet gaan en veel sex.
Die dingen moet je terloops doen:

al je aandacht moet uitgaan naar je geest.



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Tapestry - Don McLean


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Every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so grey and so vulgar,
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well.

Every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
we exhale on the blue diamond heaven.
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer,
as soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take,
from the brown sulphur chimney
and the black highway snake.

Every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
like the yoke of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colours of tapestry thread
when the dying are born and the living are dead.

Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
that flows through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since creation,
approaching the sea with each new generation.
You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
that is rapidly drowning the whole human race.

Every fish that swims silent,
every bird that flies freely,
every doe that steps softly.
Every crisp leaf that falls,
all the flowers that grow
on this colourful tapestry,
somehow they know
that if man is allowed to destroy all they need,
he will soon have to pay with his life,
for his greed.

Tapestry - Don McLean


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