n_huffhines
What's it gonna cost?
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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
"I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do." - Robert A. Heinlein, from The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I've not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the Shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds,and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
By William Ernest Henley
This is one of only a couple poems I still remember. It was my favorite until i came to know the Lord. Now, I know it to be false...in that i am neither in charge of my fate, nor the owner of my soul. It is still very well written, and speaks to the unbreakable human spirit...the stubborn inner strength that separates the strong man from the weak. A man is as capable as he believes himself to be many times, and often much stronger than he ever imagined when the "fell clutch of circumstance" demands it.
Ehhh, maybe the Lord wants you to take a little ownership.
The illusion of "control" that you think you have over your fate or anyone else's will be removed when the doctors give your child up for dead, or your seemingly healthy just retired dad is eaten alive by cancer and gone in 9 short weeks. I have lived through both. I can assure you, I didnt "own" any control over any of it. God saw fit to save my daughter, she is perfectly healthy, bright,and beautiful. He decided to take my dad in the blink of an eye. We control very, very little that actually matters. Guess it depends on what matters to you.
"When I get out of here
I'm going to feel real fine
When I get out of here
I'm going to lose my mind
I'm going to get real high
I'm going to get real low
I'm going to take it fast
And then I take it slow
I'm going to get you there
And then I'll bring you back
I got the Holy Spirit
Breathing down my neck
I'm going to climb the walls
I'm going to swim the moat
I've got God the father
Jumping down my throat
I've got the Virgin Mary
Naked on my bed
And I got sweet Lord Jesus
Living in my head"
-BJM
aka best band ever
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
I don't want to derail this thread but I should tell you where my comment came from. And for what it's worth, I meant it a good bit more lighthearted than it came across.
First of all, I'm sorry about your dad and very very happy about your daughter. I lost my mom last year to cancer and I can still remember the terror of being in the NICU with my baby girl several years ago (she's great now), although it sounds like your girl's condition was more dire. I'm not comparing, just saying I have at least an inkling of empathy.
I have a sore spot with my dad in that he's always been a "the Lord will take care of me" type, to a fault. I remember being frustrated that he wouldn't get a colonoscopy because it's such an easy step in preventing colon cancer, and he said, "Well, I trust the Lord will take care of things." Drove me nuts. I said, "Don't you think maybe the Lord wants you to make just a little bit of effort on your end?"
I know, not the same thing you're talking about, but that's what my earlier post was based on. I think the belief that God has ultimate control over everything should not be an abdication of the responsibility to take personal control and ownership of your own life, to the extent you can.
Hope you find peace regarding your dad, brother.