A Bridge to Older Posts ....

A Bridge to Older Posts .... : 

1. Definition of Critical Thinking
2. The Funeral Oration , Pericles
3. Immanuel Kant Perpetual Peace: A Philosophical Ske...
4. Realpolitik
5. Ian Shapiro's Democratic Justice
6. ‘The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbab...
7. The Spoils of Happiness
8. What Is a Philosopher?
9. Politics of Recognition , Dr. Amy Gutmann
10. The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
11. On Forgiveness By CHARLES L. GRISW
12. How it all began - A concise history of Lebanon
13. Marcus Aurelius on Embracing Mortality and the Key to Living with Presence
14. The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus - Book V -
15. The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus . -Book VI-
16. A Real Science of Mind - Tyler Burge & Out of Our ...
17. The Shortness of Life -Seneca-
18. Individual vs. the Crowd, and the Power of the Min...
19. The Lesson History Teaches Is Tragic - By Robert ...
20. We Don’t Actually Want to Be Happy - By Jonathan R...
21. The Beauty of the Ordinary -Pico Iyer- NYT , The ...
22. Even Physicists Don’t Understand Quantum Mechanics...
23. Eating the Sun: the Science of How the Universe Wo...
24. Matthew 23 King James Version (KJV)
25. A Philosopher on Brain Rest - Megan Craig - NYT's ...
26. Democracy Is for the Gods - Costica Bradatan - NYT...
27. On Justice & Injustice - Plato, Republic ..
28. The Four Desires Driving All Human Behavior. -Bert...
29. Philosophy, Life and Philosophies of Life
30. Søren Kierkegaard On Procrastination
31. Just War Theory - Encyclopedia of Philosophy , Ale...
32. The Just War - Thomas Aquinas
33. Principles of the Just War
34. The Church's Just War Theory - Parts 1 & 2
35. A New Refutation of Time - Jorge Luis Borges -
36. Looking Death in the Face
37. Out of Our Brains By ANDY CLARK - The Stone NYT -
38. Is the ‘Dumb Jock’ Really a Nerd? - The Stone, NYT -
39. The Sacred Spell of Words - From The Stone NYT -
40. On Loneliness ..Olivia Laing ( From The Lonely City )
41. The Uncertainty Principle ...Werner Heisenberg
42. Richard Feynman on the Life-Expanding Common Groun...
43. My Perception and Your Reality - Nietzsche -
44. Hermann Hasse On Solitude
45. Some Machiavelli ,CONCERNING CRUELTY AND CLEMENCY,...
46. What ‘Justice’ Really Means
47. A God Problem
48. Simone de Beauvoir on How Chance and Choice Conver...
49. Christopher Hitchens on Mortality
50. Reclaiming the Imagination
51. St Thomas Aquinas' Conditions for a Just War

Unzeizable

In every boat, there's a forest sleeping
In every high tide, there's a moon smiling
In every drop of rain, there's a cloud traveling
In every grain of sand, there's a shore resting
In every scar, there's a knife sparkling
In every fruit, there's a tree singing
In every cat, there's a panther roaring
In every window, there's a dream calling
In every thirst, there's a fountain blooming
In every hand, there's a caress waiting
In every tunnel, there's a promise walking
In every silence, there's a word hiding
In every eye, there's a fire burning
In every heart, there's another heart beating


...And the world
(and you in it)
is an infinite matryoshka doll:
No beginning, no end.
What you'll find will forever slip away from your fingers,
And every morning
there's a new you
beginning.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. -Emily Bronte-

Autumn Leaves - Eva Cassidy

Bou Elias ..

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. » 

- Emily Bronte - 

The falling leaves drift by my window

The falling leaves of red and gold

I see your lips the summer kisses

The sunburned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long

And soon I'll hear old winter's song

But I miss you most of all my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long

And soon I'll hear old winter's song

But I miss you most of all my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall

I miss you most of all my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall

***

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux - Louis Aragon

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux 

- Louis Aragon -

Rien n'est jamais acquis à l'homme. Ni sa force

Ni sa faiblesse ni son cœur. Et quand il croit

Ouvrir ses bras son ombre est celle d'une croix

Et quand il croit serrer son bonheur il le broie

Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Sa vie elle ressemble à ces soldats sans armes

Qu'on avait habillés pour un autre destin

A quoi peut leur servir de ce lever matin

Eux qu'on retrouve au soir désarmés incertains

Dites ces mots ma vie et retenez vos larmes

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirure

Je te porte dans moi comme un oiseau blessé

Et ceux-là sans savoir nous regardent passer

Répétant après moi les mots que j'ai tressés

Et qui pour tes grands yeux tout aussitôt moururent

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Le temps d'apprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tard

Que pleurent dans la nuit nos cœurs à l'unisson

Ce qu'il faut de malheur pour la moindre chanson

Ce qu'il faut de regrets pour payer un frisson

Ce qu'il faut de sanglots pour un air de guitare

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne soit à douleur

Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit meurtri

Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit flétri

Et pas plus que de toi l'amour de la patrie

Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne vive de pleurs

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Mais c'est notre amour à tous deux

Your Home / My Thief- Rumi-

Your Home ..

I asked, "Where is your home, beautiful moon?"

She said, "In the wreck of your drunken heart.

I am the sun shining into your ruin.

Long may you call this wild wasteland your home."

*

My Thief ..

With a smile biting those two ruby lips,

How beautifully, idol, you've come to life!

Stealing my heart that day was not enough;

Today you're back, intent upon my life.

-Rumi-