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By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote.
Next to the originator of a good sentence is the first quoter of it.
It is very certain that it is the effect of conversation with the beauty of the soul, to beget a desire and need to impart to others the same knowledge and love. If utterance is denied, the thought lies like a burden on the man. Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told: somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas; sometimes with chisel on stone; sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music; but clearest and most permanent, in words.
The following represents a sampling from a life long habit of collecting "Wisdom" from many and varied sources (i.e. walls of public restrooms, etc). These pages are not written to be read by others. They are my own personal landmarks of living life which I have been given, stumbled across or ruthlessly sentenced to over the years. They represent fun, failures and triumphs. They are a personal road map...helping me through the great mysteries in experiencing this "illusion" we call life. These pages taken as a whole are only of value to me, but am posting them to the net in the event another may take some interest in the life trip of an obscurely conditioned soul. And/or find some common intersection of my trip with theirs. This habit, of recording such, which others might find either weird or obscene, was inherited directly from my mother Dolores M. Davis, who was cursed with the same vice.
Scott Lincoln "Omar"
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Excerpts form the Notebooks of 'Lazarus Long' (1916-4772?)
The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord
Nits and Grits
The Seeds of Success
Nits and Grits II
Islam - "Light and Foundation of all Life"
Islam - "Islamic Economic System"
Islam - "Islam and Christianity"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Molana Jalal-e-Din Mohammad Molavi Rumi
Chief Seattle's Letter
Other Web "Resources"
In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more."
But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all."
And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom."
And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."
Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.
And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also.
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