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Post by The Ferret on Dec 20, 2004 5:50:33 GMT -5
"... Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions - because what they call 'passion' actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world."
"... Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing and strength is nothing... Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being - because what has hardened will never win."
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Post by Pauk on Apr 13, 2005 0:53:19 GMT -5
May everything come true
May they believe
And may they laugh at their passions
For that which they call passion
Is not really the energy of soul
But merely the friction
Between the soul and the outer world.
But, mostly, may they have hope
And may they become as helpless as children
For weakness is great
And strength is worthless.
When a man is born
He is weak and supple
When he dies
He is strong and callous.
When the tree grows
It's tender and gentle
And when it's dry and hard
It dies.
Callousness and strength
Are Death's companions
Suppleness and weakness
Express freshness of life.
That which has become hard
Shall not triumph.
I don't remember where I found it, but it's not my translation of this
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Post by LetoAtreides on Sept 4, 2006 13:55:09 GMT -5
How dark. I guess that truly expresses The Stalker deep within.
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