"the Hour Of Truth"

One hour devoted to the pursuit of beauty and love is worth a full century of glory given by the frightened weak to the strong. From that hour comes man's truth and during that century truth sleeps between the restless arms of disturbing dreams. In that glorious hour the soul sees for herself the natural law and for that century she imprisons herself behind the law of man; and she is shackled with irons of oppression. It is that hour when the heart is purified by flaming sorrow and illuminated by the torch of love. And in the century, desires for the truth are buried in the bosom of the earth. That hour is the hour of contemplation, the hour of meditation, the hour of prayer and the hour of a new era of good. This is life. Portrayed on the stage for ages; recorded earthly for centuries, lived in strangeness for years; sung as a hymn for days, exalted for but an hour...but the hour is treasured by Eternity as a Jewel.... For the new year, I wish you many new hours...
purpleparrot purpleparrot
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1 Response Dec 30, 2011

Thank you for this story....it causes me to think and meditate on the hope and wish that one hour becomes two and then three and on and on until there are none with out beauty and love