The more you know yourself,
the more patience you have for what you see in others.
Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
This day, in 1757, William Blake was born
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.
For a thought to change the world, it must first change the life of the one who carries it.
—- Albert Camus
The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
155 years ago today, Lincoln spoke briefly at the national cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. The Civil War’s greatest battle had taken place there several months before Lincoln’s Address, now considered perhaps the greatest speech in American history, though it lasted just over two minutes. It was reported that a group of battle-tested soldiers wept as Lincoln acknowledged the nation’s debt to them.
“…that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom…” I’ve visited several times, and each time get a little choked up reading Lincoln’s words in the palpable presence of those who gave their last full measure of devotion.