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there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have let themselves dream! And especially above heaven: for all gods are poets’ images. - Thus Spoke Zarathustra
وَالشُّعَرَاءُ يَتَّبِعُهُمُ الْغَاوُونَ • أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّهُمْ فِي كُلِّ وَادٍ يَهِيمُونَ • وَأَنَّهُمْ يَقُولُونَ مَا لَا يَفْعَلُونَ
[سورة الشعراء]
[سورة الشعراء]
Forwarded from Lab Rats In Lab Coats (Haidar A. Fahad)
Diabetic foot ulcer (DFU)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
But I have never believed the people when they talked about great men – and I held to my belief that [he] was an inverse cripple, who had too little of everything and too much of one thing.
Truly, my friends, I walk among men as among the fragments and limbs of men!
The terrible thing to my eye is to find men shattered in pieces and scattered as if over a battle-field of slaughter.
And when my eye flees from the present to the past, it always discovers the same thing: fragments and limbs and dreadful chances – but no men!
- Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Truly, my friends, I walk among men as among the fragments and limbs of men!
The terrible thing to my eye is to find men shattered in pieces and scattered as if over a battle-field of slaughter.
And when my eye flees from the present to the past, it always discovers the same thing: fragments and limbs and dreadful chances – but no men!
- Thus Spoke Zarathustra