Danny James

Tag: human

212

The world at once is both bleak and wonderful, and so you have always work to do.

181: With vanity before reason, is Winter every season

What then, is impressing on you this tension that you seem unable to dissolve? That knows you through, and hits on the mark with perfect, disabling blows, and yet you cannot name or touch. It is you sir, the source as well remedy, of your cold anxieties. It is not with reason you have pitted yourself, but conceit against.

180

For some time you could not figure what role it was that best fitted to your Nature and ability, or even if it were a disservice identifying with but one ideal at all; but here, the Artist translates, the Philosopher must know, and you have not the patience for these, but the sinews and energy for rigorous offensive. For still must somebody act, and so should you take up that honour, while there is still time and much to be done.

118

There is affray at the dawn line; a primal brawl has broken and a blustery smock advances its coup on the districts, hanging over the prominence a malignant mantle. It is not much felt a turbulence, whence I observe but the ensemble rather becomes a soothing opportunity for reading solace. Soon long will recede the celestial neatening, and will it be then worth the while to take a stretch in the leavings of light rain.

Keep ajar the cabin window,
Let Nature in blow its bracing meddle, and dress the human phenomena –
The mystic affinities flurry up in elated radials.

86

It is a rarity, that physical and moral strength will exist within the same man. Exalt him that would lift a heavy spirit.

62: Discoursing with intellectuals

Deliver us from the monotony of fools?

Perhaps sir, the intellectuals will bury themselves first.

Perhaps thy introspections, though striking may they be, are boorish and unuseful to common minds that into thy calculation saunter, and who benefit the better from deliberate action of the limbs, than rather prolonged deliberation. In truth, there are many brands of intelligence under the human scope; those whom thou wouldst consider dullards, that pay no invest to such stale and vain pontificating, might enjoy a maturating emotional intelligence beyond the reckoning of the super thinker who recites the technique of heartache that has not its awfulness stood, but sits dry in his library studying and forecasting the climate though rain still wets and suns still set, and tilts he at a draft condemning the impression for hurricane. It is not correctness nor helpful to censure anyone would not entertain thy admonishment, neither is it a defect in them if thy virtues do not their thoughts inhabit. The campaigns of fault-finders have always met with unconscious success, and closed at their own feet. Nay, deliver us indeed from the foolishness of wise men who surmise their own limit for world’s end. The many components of human aspects are, in the tiniest significance, so entire that we’ll never exhaust one of her capacities, but the ripening be assured, as all but youth well know, is ever ongoing – conceivably the perfect human monotony; for along the aeon of this human diversity, there is no tedium so diminishing and diminishment starved, save the concepts of ‘each other,’ and ‘better than.’ It does not befall a single star to illumine the midnight shade, but by every star, bright and humble are enchanting evenings made.