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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (16591)	1/23/1998 3:32:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 108807

Eloquent! Mythology as steward of the moral center. Morality should be based on Truth. But Truth, for all its glory, is a bewildering blend of sharp-edged definite things in a slippery blurry matrix. Sorta like bobbing for smooth rocks in motor oil. I'd love to find a moral anchor which didn't incorporate the "because we say so" circularities of any religion you can name. So far - nothing worthy of a bestseller to make me rich.

To: Rambi who wrote (16591)	1/23/1998 3:38:00 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

There is a poem by Stevie Smith called "Was He Married", a beautiful poem about Christ, the upshot of which is, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be like Christ, if we could be really good, without having to believe in the absolute truth of the Christian myth. Wouldn't it be wonderful, wondrous and positive if we could sacrifice without a thought about a divine reward, and abstain from hurting others without thoughts of eternal damnation being necessary. I will go try to find the poem. I'm sure it is on the net. the quetion is will I be able to find it?

To: Rambi who wrote (16591)	1/23/1998 3:51:00 PM
From: epicure	Respond to of 108807

Could not find the one I wanted but this was nice Stevie Smith - Away, Melancholy Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the wind blow, Fire leap and the rivers flow? Away melancholy. The ant is busy He carrieth his meat, All things hurry To be eaten or eat. Away, melancholy. Man, too, hurries, Eats, couples, buries, He is an animal also With a hey ho melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Man of all creatures Is superlative (Away melancholy) He of all creatures alone Raiseth a stone (Away melancholy) Into the stone, the god Pours what he knows of good Calling, good, God. Away melancholy, let it go. Speak not to me of tears, Tyranny, pox, wars, Saying, Can God Stone of man's thoughts, be good? Say rather it is enough That the stuffed Stone of man's good, growing, By man's called God. Away, melancholy, let it go. Man aspires To good, To love Sighs; Beaten, corrupted, dying In his own blood lying Yet heaves up an eye above Cries, Love, love. It is his virtue needs explaining, Not his failing. Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go.