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Nsae
To be called Friend may be earned with ease, but it shall never be taken lightely! Nothing else you may remember (from a letter to M, thanks)
Jack and Meg show me my path to the red rain, to my martyr for my love, to the oneness the deep understanding of each other, even your enemies will understand you. Thanks Persia and White Stripes, for the joy for life!
White Stripes, I will not abuse my love, I will be able to reach Hadad, thus love. The red rain may be my guidance. One world many bodies! Culture till certainty Death The ultimate love proof.
The place when I am complete, the place you have followed and guided me all along, no matter how stormy the conditions and how far the distances were. We guided each other, to the final certanty, the certanty with which we are ready to let go!
I have rediscovered my full appreciation for Persia, even for a person who my psyche didn't like, unjustified. But now I understand, that he may be a person worth it, if he is a person living by the words of his cultural fathers, like Sa'di.
Rumi, Hafez and Sa'di are icons of the passion and love that the Persian culture and language present. The Persian word for love is eshgh, deriving from the Arabic ishq. In the Persian culture, everything is encompassed by love and all is for love, starting from loving friends and family, husbands and wives, and eventually reaching the divine love that is the ultimate goal in life. Over seven centuries ago, Sa'di wrote:
The children of Adam are limbs of each other
Having been created of one essence.
When the calamity of time afflicts one limb
The other limbs cannot remain at rest.
If you have no sympathy for the troubles of others
You are not worthy to be called by the name of "man".
Another famous poem by Sa'di focuses on the oneness of mankind, and is used to grace the entrance to the Hall of Nations of the UN building in New York with this call for breaking all barriers: [1][2]
بنی آدم اعضای یک پیکرند که در آفرينش ز یک گوهرند
چو عضوى به درد آورد روزگار دگر عضوها را نماند قرار
تو کز محنت دیگران بی غمی نشاید که نامت نهند آدمی
Human beings are members of a whole,
In creation of one essence and soul.
If one member is afflicted with pain,
Other members uneasy will remain.
If you have no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human you cannot retain.
Love in Persian is the word Eshgh. In the Persian culture, everything is encompassed by love and all is for love, but for starters we practice loving our friends and family, then our husbands and wives, our country and culture, and eventually the ultimate love of divine love which is the ultimate goal in life.
"Red Rain" by the White Stripes
The White Stripes - A Martyr For My Love For You @ Bonnaroo -lyrics-
She was sixteen and six feet tall In a crowd of teenagers comin' out of the zoo She stumbled started to slip and fall Teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes I happened to catch her and said, "maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you"
Maybe for you, now
But not as shaky as I must have seemed Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream And on the phone I could not compete My dumb-love fake competence was getting weak For a sec' I thought I sounded sweet But sure 'nough in a gruff, faint voice I heard myself speak
[Chorus:] I could stay a while But sooner or later I'll break your smile And I can tell a joke But one of these days I'm bound to choke And we could share a kiss But I feel like I can't go through with this And I bet we could build a home But I know the right thing for me to do Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
I'm beginning to like you So you probably won't get what I'm going to do I'm walkin' away from you It probably don't make much sense to you But I'm trying to save you From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
I'll probably do
[Chorus:] I could stay a while But sooner or later I'll break your smile And I can tell a joke But one of these days I'm bound to choke And we might share a kiss But I feel like a can't go through with this And I bet we could build a home But I know the right thing for me to do Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
You'll probably call me a fool And say I'm doin' exactly what a coward would do And I'm beginning to like you What a shame it's a lame way to live But what can I do? I hope you appreciate what I do
I'm a martyr for my love for you A martyr for my love for you, now A martyr for my love for you A martyr for my love for you
Sehen satiriker die Welt nicht with much more purifide souls and eyes, always knowing, as comedians they can lough and thus they are the most humane humans, and life loveing humans, but so sensitive that they become satirical!
The biggest problem with capitalists is, that they never understood capital! But then, who does?
There is no lie, or false truth there is only missing truth ... always ! That is, what I am certain of, that uncertainty will exist till the end of time ! This certainty of uncertainty is my personal thought and basis on and of property and thus capital, only the sum may turn propery certain or absolutely owned, and thus having absolute power over it!?
Thats for me the essence of freedom and liberty, because uncertainty creats freedoms. Only the sum of all parts may be certain, but everything within the system is uncertain, because parts are missing, truth is missing; thus freedom to choose and act, within this system of uncertainty, is created.
At the same moment thats the dilemma of so many (western) thinkers, and myself: They want to be certain, want to posess absolute truth; but at the same moment they love uncertainty, thus freedom. How are they and I myself able, not to misjudge? There is no way, but only all, the sum may not misjudge...
