A short thought to interrupt the week.
When it sometimes breaks us or when we suffer, I offer this poem by Wm Butler Yeats:
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Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
That's why I like Ted.
thank you
Beautiful Ted. Indeed - Stay inspired my friend. I will aspire and do what I can.
Not only did I press a button that made a heart appear -- but I do feel compelled to say -- I LOVE this.
❤️
Thank you for growing hopeful community.
When it sometimes breaks us or when we suffer, I offer this poem by Wm Butler Yeats:
*
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
That's why I like Ted.
thank you
Beautiful Ted. Indeed - Stay inspired my friend. I will aspire and do what I can.
Not only did I press a button that made a heart appear -- but I do feel compelled to say -- I LOVE this.
❤️
Thank you for growing hopeful community.