How shall I hold my soul, that it may not be touching yours? How shall I lift it then above you to where other things are waiting?Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all-forgot, with some lost thing the dark is isolating on some remote and silent spot that, when your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating.You and me - all that lights upon us, though, brings us together like a fiddle-bow drawing one voice from two strings it glides along Across what instruments have we been spanned?And what violinist holds us in his hand? O sweetest song.
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Myspace LayoutsWatch your way then, as a cautious traveler;
and don't be gazing at that mountain or river in the distance, and saying,
"How shall I ever get over them?"
but keep to the present little inch that is before you,
and accomplish that in the little moment that belongs to it.The mountain and the river can only be passed in the same way; and, when you come to them,
you will come to the light and strength that belong to them.~ M. A. Kelty ~
Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things. It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.