We are such stuff as dreams are made on: Finale

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Finale

I had the last civics lesson yesterday ...

I'm not quite sure if I'm ready to let go yet ...
But I have to.

And that scares me ...

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Anonymous said...: kilimanjaro: DUN be sad...ur class will be ok..I think u worry about them too much..sometimes its gd 2 let go. I am sure after 2 years of guidance they will be ok..ya?; 3:47 pm

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What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers (1966)

We are such stuff as dreams are made on

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Finale

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