Apatia das Palavras: Flowers

sexta-feira, janeiro 27, 2006

Flowers

When i die forget the flowers
and the days i dreamed with you..
Burn my letters, cry for me...
I will always be with thee.

When i leave forget my name
because the world will be the same
I´m a fool that believed in angels
You´re my angel and i adore.

Look for me in your dreams
Spelling words of eternal passion
Sad were the eyes of the lonely wolf
and the homesickness of our love.

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"Common to all these types is the anthropomorphic character of their conception of God. In general, only individuals of exceptional endowments, and exceptionally high-minded communities, rise to any considerable extent above this level. But there is a third stage of religious experience which belongs to all of them, even though it is rarely found in a pure form: I shall call it cosmic religious feeling. It is very difficult to elucidate this feeling to anyone who is entirely without it, especially as there is no anthropomorphic conception of God corresponding to it.
The individual feels the futility of human desires and aims and the sublimity of marvelous order which reveal themselves both in nature and in the world on thought. Individual existence impress him as a sort of prison and he wants to experience the universe as a single significant whole. The religious geniuses of all ages have been distinguished by this kind of religious feeling, which knows no dogma and no God conceived in man’s image; so that there can be no church.
It is the most important function of art and science to awaken this feeling and keep it alive in those who are receptive to it.The cosmic religious feeling is the strongest and noblest reason for scientific research."

Apatia das Palavras

sexta-feira, janeiro 27, 2006

Flowers

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