The Clod & The Pebble
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattles feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
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To enter heaven, travel hell,
Be piteous or terrible.
One positively needs to ease
Of plenary indulgences.
Beden seni cehenneme de götürebilir, cennete de. O sadece bir araç. Kendisi tarafsız: sen ne zaman gitmek istersen o hazır.
The body can take you to hell or to heaven. It's just a tool. He is neutral: whenever you want to go, it is ready.
Our mind wondering about itself has at times indulged the thought that it is not earthly. It has judged itself to be of "heavenly" origin. It has so judged sometimes apart from any special revelation of faith. There- fore it is that such a view comes before us here.
The soul, when Omar Khayyám had sent it on its great excursion, returned with answer "I myself am Heaven and Hell"
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"Man is all Imagination. God is Man and exists in us and we in Him... The Eternal Body of Man is the Imagination, that is, God, Himself."
But the hell is created because you expect heaven.
