Blessings, Holobon, for a wondrous share.
Blessing too, to the Seers~Poets~Atrists, who look within, battle internal dragons, and shine light on our paths from their understanding of the dark ~
From William Faulkner's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech:
[pardon lack of inclusive language ~ consider the year:1950]
"It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.
"He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail."
Thanks, Reiki sister, for a beautiful pillar to lean on.
/~gassho~\
Beau
