Take on criticism with joy,
Accept disaster willingly.
"How can you say this?"
Because we are not important,
none of us, and we all have a lot to learn.
"But, disaster?"
In a century, we'll all be dead.
Huge destructive events have much to teach us.
When we know we are full of flaws and prone to pain and death,
We can begin to really love all the fragile life around us, instead of being offended and afraid all the time.
In high feather. In exuberant spirits, joyous.
Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1963. p. 352.
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Moby! A wise cat!
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All hail Saint Moby! (always thought there was something special about that cat)
thanks for this - it helps
But on the other hand, our senses are the entirety of our universe, so our pain is, for us, universal. It's a struggle to see past that.
Reading the signs beat me to the punch. I was struck by how devilish Moby looks, yet he wears a glowing halo...special, indeed.
Hurrah for Moby, with his own personal full moon...
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