"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

My Feelings & Psalm 139...


By the shores of a large lake I sat and wept when I remembered us. There on the pines I hung my hopes, for there you asked me to sacrifice, you, my tormentor demanded songs of joy; you said, "Sing me one of the songs of the past!" How can I sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land? If I forget myself, who I am, may my right hand forget its use. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember who I am, if I do not consider my highest joy. Remember, LORD, what she did on the day I fell. "Tear him down," she cried, "tear him down to his foundations!" He is doomed to destruction; happy are those who repay her according to what she has done to me. Happy are those who seize all that is dear and precious to her and dash it all against the rocks.
~ My feelings mingled with Psalm 137:1-9
 
 
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