Docs from Ferdinand ***, tagged "tree"

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 23:37:14 +0000

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in to the window

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 23:33:42 +0000

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in to the tree

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:59:10 +0000

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observer

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:02:33 +0000

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The Last Refuge

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:19:00 +0000

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safe

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nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 10:11:05 +0000

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tree on the cliff longing for the sun

a feeling which I love

nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 20:52:24 +0000

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Feeling Love

going to be a man

nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:49:08 +0000

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When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of
his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and
solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart
changed,--and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the
sun, and spake thus unto it:

Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for
whom thou shinest!

For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst have
wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for me, mine
eagle, and my serpent.

But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow and
blessed thee for it.

Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too much
honey; I need hands outstretched to take it.

I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more become
joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the
evening, when thou goest behind the sea, and givest light also to the
nether-world, thou exuberant star!

Like thee must I GO DOWN, as men say, to whom I shall descend.

Bless me, then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the greatest
happiness without envy!

Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow golden
out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss!

Lo! This cup is again going to empty itself, and Zarathustra is again
going to be a man.

Thus began Zarathustra's down-going.

a small tree

nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:27:58 +0000

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I am a small tree
Willing to grow
but still frail

Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm

nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:45:08 +0000

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a feeling like strangers wandering a foreign land

nobody@ipernity.com (Ferdinand ***) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:15:51 +0000

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Here are trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste…yet all the knowledge in the world will give me nothing to insure me that the world is mine. You describe it to me and you teach me to classify it. You enumerate its laws and in my thirst for knowledge I admit that they are true. But I realize that if through science I can seize phenomena and enumerate them, I cannot, for all that, apprehend the world. Were I to trace its entire relief with my finger, I should not know any more. A stranger to myself and the world, what is this condition…in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls which defy its assaults? Blind reason may claim that all is clear. But its contrary, intelligence, tells me in its way that the world is absurd.

--Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

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