sHALOM, wELCOME
No, is there any chance you might be exactly wrong? I wouldn't bet the farm, my friend, I wouldn't bet the farm!
ADVICE TO PILGRIMS
That our senses lie and our minds trick us is true, but in
general
They are honest rustics; trust them a little;
The senses more than the mind, and your own mind more
than another man's.
As to the mind's pilot, intuition---
Catch him clean and stark naked, he is first of truth-
tellers; dream-clothed, or dirty
With fears and wishes, he is prince of liars.
The first fear is of death: trust no immortalist. The first
desire
Is to be loved: trust no mother's son.
Finally I say let demagogues and world-redeemers bab-
ble their emptiness
To empty ears; twice duped is too much.
Walk on gaunt shores and avoid the people; rock and
wave are good prophets;
Wise are the wings of the gull, pleasant her song.
Robinson Jeffers |
