Here we are on the path of  LIFE ...

If we knew we were on the right road, having to leave it would mean endless despair.

But we are on a road that only leads to a second one and then to a third one and so forth.

And the real highway will not be sighted for a long, long time, perhaps never.

So we drift in doubt. But also in an unbelievable beautiful diversity.

Thus the accomplishment of hopes remains an always unexpected miracle.

But in compensation, the miracle remains forever possible.

-- Franz Kafka, Diaries --

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men

who walked through the huts comforting others,

giving away their last piece of bread.

They may have been few in number,

but they offer sufficient proof that

everything can be taken from a man but one thing:

the last of the human freedoms --

to choose one's own attitude in any given set of circumstances,

to choose one's own way.

-- Victor Frankl, Man's Search For Meaning --

...he allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings

are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them,

but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

-- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera --

RIPPLE

If my words did glow

With the gold of sunshine

And my tunes were played

On the harp unstrung,

Would you hear my voice

Come through the music?

Would you hold it near,

As it were your own?

...

It's a hand-me-down,

The thoughts are broken;

Perhaps they're better

Left unsung.

I don't know,

Don't really care.

Let there be songs

To fill the air.

...

Chorus:

Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble tossed,

Nor wind to blow.

...

Reach out your hand,

If your cup be empty,

If your cup is full,

May it be again.

Let it be known

There is a fountain

That was not made

By the hands of men.

...

There is a road,

No simple highway

Between the dawn

And the dark of night

And if you go,

No one may follow

That path is for

Your steps alone.

...

Chorus:

Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble tossed,

Nor wind to blow.

...

You who choose

To lead must follow,

But if you fall,

You fall alone.

If you should stand,

Then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way

I would take you home.

-- Words by Robert Hunter, Music by Jerry Garcia (A Grateful Dead Song) --

Walk toward the garden of  LOVE

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