Good Morning Digital Neighbors at Locals! Happy Saturday Phamily, Refugees, Triggeratti & ADD Irregulars! How about some quotes on heroism for all of you Early Birds, Later Dayers, Dawn Patrol, Day Walkers, Fascinating People, Conversants, Lurkers, Supporters, Members and you of course you Lovely Bigots!
Jacob Alvarado - Search out his name if you don't know it. His name needs to be remembered and honored. Not the people who commit evil acts picked over in countless articles by our media outlets, not the victims of the police brutality who often are anything but angelic innocents caught in a moment of misfortune, not someone who is angry that the sperm that won ruined their lives and assigned then the "wrong" gender.
Jacob - I am sure he is a flawed individual. I will take flawed and courageous any day over the "idols" we are encouraged to esteem in our warped culture. I am so weary of the inmates who have taken over the asylum and continue to try to force insanity as normative. Heroes - I hope you have some and I hope you honor them. I am often a skeptical and jaded observer of culture and politics, but I do believe in the potential goodness of humanity. I wouldn't call it our factory settings, but rather the second chapter of life called mature questioning. Whatever leads you to that threshold is doing you a service and a burden.
Be it religion, philosophy, science, music or the arts, your moment of mature questioning can set you on the adventure of trying to make the best of the little acre of life entrusted to you. Heroes remind us that it can be done. That ordinary, flawed individuals can have moments of exceptionalism is all I need to know. I will happily celebrate the courageous imperfect over the perfect that does not exist, nor yesterday's mental case now proposed as a "hero" by the Cabal. Actual heroes risk comfort, safety and life for others. The other might be the folks back home, the solider at their side, or someone else, but whoever the other is, a hero sacrifices for them. On to the quotes!
Calculation never made a hero. - John Henry Newman, An Essay on the Development of Christian Doctrine
Heroism is the brilliant triumph of the soul over the flesh - that is to say, over fear: fear of poverty, of suffering, of calumny, of sickness, of isolation, and of death. There is no serious piety without heroism. Heroism is the dazzling and glorious concentration of courage. - Henri Frederic Amiel, Journal Intime, 1 October 1849
Heroes are people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. - Unknown
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Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
