“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop" Visualize a cabin in the pines Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream Detached from every aspect of the grid. Chop wood, fetch water so you may survive Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill Along with berries, nuts, and tasty leaves. Carry with you a supply of books Writing paper and a clutch of pens Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night Embrace austerity, and get to know Yourself, and only what may be essential To survival in the coming winter months. Emulating Thoreau may provide The antidote to hellish modern life.
Seek relief from all anxiety. Entirety may bring peace to the meek. Cheek-by-jowl with Woe Satiety Untidily chops away at every peak.
Reaching goals long sought, yet not reacting, Enacting, instead, Penance Joy to bar Far exceeds the effort so exacting In acting to escape from feathered tar.
No way seems to clear for pure fulfillment A poor thrill meant thwarted satisfaction –– No reaction to an act of will meant Chill sent paralyzing longed-for action.
Entirety possessed may act the thief. Satiety oft fails to grant relief.
No sound beyond the dropping of the leaves Or shushing in the treetops of the stirring In the air and periodic whirring Soft of wings and bundling of sheaves ––
Every now and then a bird may call Looking for or longing for his mate; Escaping still the hunter’s dinner plate. Scythes swish steadily as grain grown tall
Submits to delicate compelling force. Workers silently bent to their task Over whom hot sunshine spills its rays
Reap swiftly knowing pain could come, of course. Later, in the afterglow they’ll bask Dreaming foolishly of better days.
The secret to combatting TDD Lies in taking one thing you adore Into splendid isolation where no sounds Or sights assault the senses with distractions Concentrate on learning to ignore Stray thoughts and wayward influences crude
Self-discipline becomes its own reward Examine only one thing at a time . Pop Culture we must come to recognize As the enemy of Reason and good work. Learn to cherish silence so you can Listen to your heart and see within.
Monasticism may seem too austere, But retreating from the world pays dividends It deepens your perceptions as it hones Improvement in your character and views, Adding substance to your inmost thoughts, And aids in helping you learn to eschew The tawdriness that saps your strength, and then Impoverishes every part of you.
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___ TO PROMOTE INNER PEACE ___
Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop"
Visualize a cabin in the pines
Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream
Detached from every aspect of the grid.
Chop wood, fetch water so you may survive
Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill
Along with berries, nuts, and tasty leaves.
Carry with you a supply of books
Writing paper and a clutch of pens
Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night
Embrace austerity, and get to know
Yourself, and only what may be essential
To survival in the coming winter months.
Emulating Thoreau may provide
The antidote to hellish modern life.
~ FreeThinke
______ SECURE FINANCES _______
Seek relief from all anxiety.
Entirety may bring peace to the meek.
Cheek-by-jowl with Woe Satiety
Untidily chops away at every peak.
Reaching goals long sought, yet not reacting,
Enacting, instead, Penance Joy to bar
Far exceeds the effort so exacting
In acting to escape from feathered tar.
No way seems to clear for pure fulfillment
A poor thrill meant thwarted satisfaction ––
No reaction to an act of will meant
Chill sent paralyzing longed-for action.
Entirety possessed may act the thief.
Satiety oft fails to grant relief.
~ FreeThinke
___________ STILLNESS ___________
No sound beyond the dropping of the leaves
Or shushing in the treetops of the stirring
In the air and periodic whirring
Soft of wings and bundling of sheaves ––
Every now and then a bird may call
Looking for or longing for his mate;
Escaping still the hunter’s dinner plate.
Scythes swish steadily as grain grown tall
Submits to delicate compelling force.
Workers silently bent to their task
Over whom hot sunshine spills its rays
Reap swiftly knowing pain could come, of course.
Later, in the afterglow they’ll bask
Dreaming foolishly of better days.
~ FreeThinke
_____ COMBATTING TDD _____
The secret to combatting TDD
Lies in taking one thing you adore
Into splendid isolation where no sounds
Or sights assault the senses with distractions
Concentrate on learning to ignore
Stray thoughts and wayward influences crude
Self-discipline becomes its own reward
Examine only one thing at a time .
Pop Culture we must come to recognize
As the enemy of Reason and good work.
Learn to cherish silence so you can
Listen to your heart and see within.
Monasticism may seem too austere,
But retreating from the world pays dividends
It deepens your perceptions as it hones
Improvement in your character and views,
Adding substance to your inmost thoughts,
And aids in helping you learn to eschew
The tawdriness that saps your strength, and then
Impoverishes every part of you.
~ FreeThinke
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