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You see, none of us chose our end really. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son. But remember that, even when those who move you be kings or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God you cannot say "but I was told by others to do thus" or that "virtue was not convinient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that" ::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::"You my child will be called a prophet of the most high God. You will go ahead of the Lord and prepare his road for him, to tell his peoople they will be saved by having their sins forgiven. Our God is merciful and tender. He will cause the bright dawn of salvation to rise on us and to shine from heaven on those who live in the dark shadow of death, to guide our steps into the path of peace" Luke chapter 1 verse 76 ///// ///// /////.... .... .... .... ......You got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, latch on to the affirmative and don't mess with mister-in-between'.......................................... ........................................... ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------- ::: ::: ::: ::::::::: ::: /////Moody river more deadly Than the vainest knife Moody river your muddy water Took my baby's lifeLast saturday evening I came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river Where you were to meet me On the ground your glove I found With a note addressed to me It read dear love I've done you wrong Now I must set you freeNo longer can I live With this hurt and this sin I just couldn't tell you That guy was just a friendMoody river more deadly Than the vainest knife Moody river your muddy water Took my baby's lifeI looked into the muddy water And what could I see I saw alonely lonely face just Lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes And a prayer on his lips And the glove of his lost love At his finger tipsMoody river more deadly Than the vainest knife Moody river your muddy water Took my baby's life ///// /////llll llll llll llll lllll llll llll llll llll llll ll;l l l l lllll l l l............ llllll THESE ARE BEETHOVEN's private letters to his IMMORTAL BELOVED : :: :: July 6, in the morning My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and you with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one: I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the postcoach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of the forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be-Your faithful Ludwig ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------- Evening, Monday, July 6 You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays - Thursdays - the only day on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, you are with me - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!!! thus!!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of Heaven? - ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------- Good morning, on July 7 Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, not and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can only live wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the lands of spirits - Yes unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V[ienna] is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - at my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in out connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes everyday - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the l[etter] at once. - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve out purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. -Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of you beloved.ever thine ever mine ever ours