Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Bertrand Russell, wrote in his autobiography in 1967:
"There is a possibility in human minds of something mysterious as night wind, deep as the sea, calm as the stars, and as strong as death, a mystic contemplation … Those who have known it cannot believe in wars any longer … if I could give to others what has come to me in this way, I could make them too feel the futility of fighting. But I do not know how to communicate it" …
I was a charter member of Bertrand Russell's Peace Movement in the mid-sixties. Many of my views have changed over the years, but that "something mysterious as the night wind, deep as the sea, calm as the stars and as strong a death", that mystic contemplation, still rests peacefully in my heart; where it once marched bravely, with great hope, in the face of rejection, believing that I could "communicate it"........
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