Finally! I wish she said this to Edmund directly.
She was almost vexed into displeasure and anger against Edmund. "There is no good in this delay," said she. "Why is not it settled? He is blinded, and nothing will open his eyes; nothing can, after having had truths before him so long in vain. He will marry her, and be poor and miserable. God grant that her influence do not make him cease to be respectable!" She looked over the letter again. "'So very fond of me!' 'tis nonsense all. She loves nobody but herself and her brother. Her friends leading her astray for years! She is quite as likely to have led them astray. They have all, perhaps, been corrupting one another; but if they are so much fonder of her than she is of them, she is the less likely to have been hurt, except by their flattery. 'The only woman in the world whom he could ever think of as a wife.' I firmly believe it. It is an attachment to govern his whole life. Accepted or refused, his heart is wedded to her for ever. 'The loss of Mary I must consider as comprehending the loss of Crawford and Fanny.' Edmund, you do not know me. The families would never be connected if you did not connect them! Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself."
None but God is loved in the existent things. It is He who is manifest within every beloved to the eye of every lover – and there is no existent thing that is not a lover. So, the cosmos is all lover and beloved, and all of it goes back to Him. In the same way, no one is worshiped but Him, for no worshiper worships anything without imagining divinity within it. Otherwise, he would not worship it. Thus God says, Your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him [17:23].
So also is love. No one loves anyone but his own Creator, but he is veiled from Him by love for Zaynab, Su’ad, Hind, Layla, this world, money, position, and everything loved in the world. Poets exhaust their words on all these existing things, but they do not know. The gnostics never hear a verse, a riddle, a panegyric, or a love poem that is not about God, hidden beyond the veil of forms.
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There is no devil in the ancient religions, but each god has his dark and dangerous side. Athena and Hera, the city goddesses par excellence , are, more than any others, bent on the destruction of Troy. Apollo the healing god sends plague, and with Artemis destroys the children of Niobe. Athena entices Hector to his death. Aphrodite cruelly destroys the unyielding Hippolytos. The same paradox can be enunciated even of Zeus: ‘Planning Zeus was planning evil things.’ ‘Father Zeus, no god is more destructive than you’, is a theme which sounds through Homeric epic.
Will you be a man or a woman? I would like you to be a woman. I would like you to feel one day what I feel: I do not agree at all with my mother who thinks that being born a woman is a disgrace. My mother, when she is very unhappy, she sighs: ah, if I had been born a man! I know: ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so
We are tempted to ignore our inner life because we do not like what we find there. Take, for example, a mother who experiences strong dislike for her child, but is so ashamed of having such feelings that she will not acknowledge them even to herself. She pretends she has no such feelings, protests her great affection too much, peppering her conversation with ‘darling’, and convinces herself that she is a model mother. But the dislike, unless acknowledged, will find an outlet and the child will pick it up. The mother may become over-protective, possessive and dominating, and may reproach the recalcitrant child with ‘How can you be so ungrateful after all that I have done for you?’ In fact, she is damaging her child. Had she been able to acknowledge her dislike, then she might have seen that dislike is a very natural reaction to the child at times, but that may be a very superficial feeling compared with her deeper levels of genuine affection.
When the inner life is ignored, violence erupts in some form or other, whether in physical or mental illness in the individual, or civil unrest within a nation, or war between nations.
Sayfa 20
Dear NASA
How are you? We OK! But we have a problem. We have a big problem. We have a very very big problem. Me and Leyla (she is a my love) we can not come together. No together.
So, impossible love. Love story. Giant's love. Like Shrek. Do you know Shrek? Anyway, if Leyla and I can together, it will be the end of World. I can hear that you say "oh my god!" We are the main causes of naturel disasters. Ups Sorry:( But mukadderat (I can not translate it) I think that you have to help us. And if you save us, you save the World. Yes, it's weird. We want to buy spaceship from you. Leyla and I go to another planet by this spaceship. We will be happy there. If we have a child we will give your name to him or her: NASA! You happy? This spaceship is our bride car. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
And İsmail Abi says that you don't work hard. Because sıyırırsın.
Best regards.
Mecnun Ç. and İsmail A.
