Recollection of death also serves as a useful preparation for the time when one actually has to face death. As the concluding exercise among the body contemplations, a regular recollection of death can lead to the realization that death is fearful only to the extent to which one identifies with the body. With the aid of the body contemplations one can come to realize the true [impermanent] nature of the body and thereby overcome one's attachment to it. Being free from attachment to the body, one will be freed from any fear of physical death.
When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life among the dead. Such are the anxious and fearful contemplations of the common observer, though the popular religion often prevents him from confessing them even to himself.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
As the sun rises first on mountain-tops and gilds them with his light, and presents one of the most charming sights to the eye of the traveller; so is it one of the most delightful contemplations in the world to mark the glow of the Spirit's light on the head of some saint, who has risen up in spiritual stature.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
When we become incorruptible and immortal and attain to the blessed state of conformity with Christ, we will be ever with the Lord, gaining fulfillment in the purest contemplations of His visible theophany which will illuminate us with its most brilliant rays, just as it illuminated the disciples at the time of the most divine Transfiguration. This is the light of God, as St. John has said in his Revelation (Rev. 22:5), and such is the opinion of all the saints.
It is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to give it practically his support. If I devote myself to other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them sitting upon another man's shoulders.
Henry David Thoreau
The natural historian is not a fisherman who prays for cloudy days and good luck merely; but as fishing has been styled "a contemplative man's recreation," introducing him profitably to woods and water, so the fruit of the naturalist's observations is not in new genera or species, but in new contemplations still, and science is only a more contemplative man's recreation.
Henry David Thoreau
In Philosophy, the contemplations of man do either penetrate unto God, or are circumferred to Nature, or are reflected and reverted upon himself. Out of which several inquiries there do arise three knowledges, Divine Philosophy, Natural Philosophy, and Human Philosophy or Humanity. For all things are marked and stamped with this triple character of the power of God, the difference of Nature and the use of Man.
I WAS LIGHT WEIGHT COLLEGE EDUCATED BUT I NEVER GRADUATED PROFESSORS ON THAT BULLSHIT, I AIN'T HAVE THE PATIENCE FIND MYSELF SLEEPING THROUGH ACADEMIC PROCEEDINGS STAYING UP MOST EVENINGS, WRITING, FUCKING OR READING SEEING LECTURES WHILE WEEDED AND STARING AT SOME CLEAVAGE LEARNING BIG WORDS HAVING VERY LITTLE MEANING JESUS EVEN IN THE MEETINGS I WAS SEEKING A REASON TO EXPLAIN THIS GAME WITHOUT THE TWENTY PAGE THESIS A VIEW WITHOUT CLASS THAT'S A CLASS WITHOUT A TEACHER OR A STRUGGLE RAPPER TAKES BUT WITHOUT THE THOUSAND FEATURES SCHOLAR NOT COLLEGIATE BUT INTELECTUALLY SEASONED HAVING DRUNK CONVERSATIONS OVER VERY SOBER READINGS MAYBE SOBER CONTEMPLATIONS OVER VERY LOADED READINGS WHERE BOOKMARKS MARK WHERE WE AND WE HERE WE ARE, 2012, THEY'RE LIKE "WHAT THE FUCK'S A BOOK?" I'M LIKE "LOOK, IT'S THE QUICKEST WAY TO GET UP OUT YOUR HOOD!" NOT FROM KNOWLEDGE BUT THE KNOWLEDGE WITH PRACTICAL APPLICATION NOT READING FOR ESCAPING, BUT KNOWING WHERE YOU CAME FROM BURNING THROUGH THOSE PAPERS WHEN I'M BURNING THROUGH THE PAGES NOW BREAK IT DOWN, CHOP IT UP BREAK IT DOWN AND SMOKE IT UP BREAK IT DOWN, SMOKE IT UP BREAK IT, THEN CHOP IT UP GRAB ANOTHER BOOK, GRAB ANOTHER BOOK
Let me tell you about love, that silly word you believe is about whether you like somebody or whether somebody likes you or whether you can put up with somebody in order to get something or someplace you want or you believe it has to do with how your body responds to another body like robins or bison or maybe you believe love is how forces or nature or luck is benign to you in particular not maiming or killing you but if so doing it for your own good. Love is none of that. There is nothing in nature like it. Not in robins or bison or in the banging tails of your hunting dogs and not in blossoms or suckling foal. Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God. You do not deserve love regardless of the suffering you have endured. You do not deserve love because somebody did you wrong. You do not deserve love just because you want it. You can only earn - by practice and careful contemplations - the right to express it and you have to learn how to accept it. Which is to say you have to earn God. You have to practice God. You have to think God-carefully. And if you are a good and diligent student you may secure the right to show love. Love is not a gift. It is a diploma. A diploma conferring certain privileges: the privilege of expressing love and the privilege of receiving it. How do you know you have graduated? You don't. What you do know is that you are human and therefore educable, and therefore capable of learning how to learn, and therefore interesting to God, who is interested only in Himself which is to say He is interested only in love. Do you understand me? God is not interested in you. He is interested in love and the bliss it brings to those who understand and share the interest. Couples that enter the sacrament of marriage and are not prepared to go the distance or are not willing to get right with the real love of God cannot thrive. They may cleave together like robins or gulls or anything else that mates for life. But if they eschew this mighty course, at the moment when all are judged for the disposition of their eternal lives, their cleaving won't mean a thing. God bless the pure and holy. Amen.
victor hugo, Les Contemplations, Mors Je vis cette faucheuse. Elle etait dans son champ. Elle allait e grands pas moissonnant et fauchant, Noir squelette laissant passer le crepuscule. Dans l'ombre oe¹ l'on dirait que tout tremble et recule, L'homme suivait des yeux les lueurs de la faulx. Et les triomphateurs sous les arcs triomphaux Tombaient ; elle changeait en desert Babylone, Le tre´ne en echafaud et l'echafaud en tre´ne, Les roses en fumier, les enfants en oiseaux, L'or en cendre, et les yeux des me¨res en ruisseaux. Et les femmes criaient : - Rends-nous ce petit eªtre. Pour le faire mourir, pourquoi l'avoir fait nae®tre ? - Ce n'etait qu'un sanglot sur terre, en haut, en bas ; Des mains aux doigts osseux sortaient des noirs grabats ; Un vent froid bruissait dans les linceuls sans nombre ; Les peuples eperdus semblaient sous la faulx sombre Un troupeau frissonnant qui dans l'ombre s'enfuit ; Tout etait sous ses pieds deuil, epouvante et nuit. Derrie¨re elle, le front baigne de douces flammes, Un ange souriant portait la gerbe d'e¢mes.