Comments on: Teaching the horse to fly http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/teaching-the-horse-to-fly/ Fri, 09 Jan 2009 13:20:49 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: the bridge maker http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/teaching-the-horse-to-fly/#comment-771 the bridge maker Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:19:26 +0000 http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/daily-message-47/#comment-771 ... Yes, I believe it is possible... considering the horse already had wings... ... I don't know about Indian horses, but those originating from the land of ancient Scythia (Scythia minor) and Thracia, "the homeland of the winged horses" (Pliny the Younger), where from the legendary Pegasos, fathered by Poseidon Hippios - the creator of the first horse, must have been brought to Hellada, to Olympos, to Helicon, and, eventually, to the Parnasos, as a companion, in their eternal celebrations of beauty, of the Musae, and of Appolon the Hyperborean... those could fly and did fly... once upon a time... ... as for that old, old king, he was far wiser than his young subject could ever imagine, and knew well to spare and invest in two years of this arrogant young life... after all, if one does not risk disappointment, and does not experiment with the unknown, one might loose a precious gift of going beyond the limits... any limits and limitations... and of rewriting the whole myth of the destruction of yet another Chimaira... no matter how vain prophecy or pre-occupation this may well be... ¿No has sentido alguna vez el galopar de unos caballos en el pecho? ¿Qué extraño poderío levantó su aparición? … Yes, I believe it is possible… considering the horse already had wings…

… I don’t know about Indian horses, but those originating from the land of ancient Scythia (Scythia minor) and Thracia, “the homeland of the winged horses” (Pliny the Younger), where from the legendary Pegasos, fathered by Poseidon Hippios - the creator of the first horse, must have been brought to Hellada, to Olympos, to Helicon, and, eventually, to the Parnasos, as a companion, in their eternal celebrations of beauty, of the Musae, and of Appolon the Hyperborean… those could fly and did fly… once upon a time…

… as for that old, old king, he was far wiser than his young subject could ever imagine, and knew well to spare and invest in two years of this arrogant young life… after all, if one does not risk disappointment, and does not experiment with the unknown, one might loose a precious gift of going beyond the limits… any limits and limitations… and of rewriting the whole myth of the destruction of yet another Chimaira… no matter how vain prophecy or pre-occupation this may well be…

¿No has sentido alguna vez
el galopar de unos caballos
en el pecho?
¿Qué extraño poderío
levantó su aparición?

]]> By: Ellinor Aspeflo http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/teaching-the-horse-to-fly/#comment-744 Ellinor Aspeflo Mon, 09 Jul 2007 18:48:12 +0000 http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/daily-message-47/#comment-744 Well, the story sure has a point. To be given two years of life, where you can do anyting you like should be one of the greatest gift there is. But the problem is, and I think a lot of people agree with me, is that most of us think more of the future than right here, right now. When I read the story, it felt so right, enjoy life, live all you can. Isn´t that what we all should do all the time, every day and every minuite? But, is that what we are doing? Well, I can´t answer for everyone, only for me, and I know, I´m not. And why not? Because I have so many things I have to do, that sometimes I forget to live. At least that is what I tell myself. To be honest, I´m not sure that is the truth. For I have not tried to take away all the things I tell my self I have to do. And therefor, I can not say that I really have to do all of theese things. Life will surley go on anyway, maybe the fear I feel of not beeing needed is bigger than the feeling and longing I have to really live my life the way I want to? Well, the story sure has a point. To be given two years of life, where you can do anyting you like should be one of the greatest gift there is. But the problem is, and I think a lot of people agree with me, is that most of us think more of the future than right here, right now. When I read the story, it felt so right, enjoy life, live all you can. Isn´t that what we all should do all the time, every day and every minuite? But, is that what we are doing? Well, I can´t answer for everyone, only for me, and I know, I´m not. And why not? Because I have so many things I have to do, that sometimes I forget to live. At least that is what I tell myself. To be honest, I´m not sure that is the truth. For I have not tried to take away all the things I tell my self I have to do. And therefor, I can not say that I really have to do all of theese things. Life will surley go on anyway, maybe the fear I feel of not beeing needed is bigger than the feeling and longing I have to really live my life the way I want to?

]]> By: fLUXman http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/teaching-the-horse-to-fly/#comment-743 fLUXman Mon, 09 Jul 2007 18:11:20 +0000 http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/daily-message-47/#comment-743 bo0om paulo, how precious the moment, you read paulos flow, then you flow, how well you handle dying, sure the condemned man, really lived every moment, we should make this a fashion icon, ;-), bo0om fLUXman bo0om paulo,
how precious the moment,
you read paulos flow, then you flow,
how well you handle dying,
sure the condemned man, really lived every moment,
we should make this a fashion icon, ;-),
bo0om
fLUXman

]]> By: Leaf http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/teaching-the-horse-to-fly/#comment-742 Leaf Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:50:34 +0000 http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2007/07/09/daily-message-47/#comment-742 Dearest Author, I'm afraid I smiled at an inappropriate moment and ended your beautiful tale prematurely....in England we see horse flies, they come from the fields of long ago, perhaps, and are usually black....by grandfather, being a bit of a fisherman...at least, so called for the tales which he told...showed me how to make fishing-flies, for the bait-hook, yes? As a result of my day's hard work, as enjoyable as ever, my mind at the point in your story when I laughed, had produced for the king, almost instantly, if not a little tricky for unpractised fingers...one beautiful little white fly, and walked free...or flew like a horse back to Ireland, where the tricksters are still well known, and as far as I've heard, enjoy a spot of mountain-side fishing now and again...ah, well, I say...an holiday in the mind is as good as ...enjoying working for it? Thank you With Love LJ pS; Brer Rabbit, fishing for the moon, wet fools for bait, the bigger the better, only possible on the lake, of course, midnight, etc etc. As told by Uncle Remus (or was that Seamus?!!) XX Dearest Author,
I’m afraid I smiled at an inappropriate moment and ended your beautiful tale prematurely….in England we see horse flies, they come from the fields of long ago, perhaps, and are usually black….by grandfather, being a bit of a fisherman…at least, so called for the tales which he told…showed me how to make fishing-flies, for the bait-hook, yes? As a result of my day’s hard work, as enjoyable as ever, my mind at the point in your story when I laughed, had produced for the king, almost instantly, if not a little tricky for unpractised fingers…one beautiful little white fly, and walked free…or flew like a horse back to Ireland, where the tricksters are still well known, and as far as I’ve heard, enjoy a spot of mountain-side fishing now and again…ah, well, I say…an holiday in the mind is as good as …enjoying working for it?
Thank you
With Love
LJ
pS; Brer Rabbit, fishing for the moon, wet fools for bait, the bigger the better, only possible on the lake, of course, midnight, etc etc. As told by Uncle Remus (or was that Seamus?!!)
XX

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