Immortality o’ersweeps all pains, all tears, all time, all fears ~ and peals, Like the eternal thunders of the deep, Into my ears this truth ~ Thou liv’st for ever. ~ Anon
Love, which proclaims thee human bids thee know A truth more lofty in thy lowliest hour Than shallow glory taught to human power, “What’s human is immortal!” ~ Bulwer
Man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep. ~ Shakespeare
Authority intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates. The fumes of it invade the brain, And make men giddy, proud and vain; By this the fool commands the wise The noble with the base complies. The sot assumes the rule of wit, And cowards make the base submit. ~ Butler
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
The sunset embers smolder low, The Moon climbs o’er the hill, The peaks have caught the alpenglow, The robin’s song is still. ~ John L. Stoddard (1850–1931)
Wolf perched on mossy rock getting ready to howl at the new Full Wolf Moon peaking this afternoon; Thursday, January 28, at 2:18 P.M. EST. 1-28-’21.
May your fires rekindle anew, alive, hopeful optimism of regeneration.