Archives for April 2010

Easter 2010 – the sun rises again

Camilla and I, SOS del Rey Católico, Easter 2010

“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.””
John Muir

“He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise”
William Blake

“Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.”
Walt Whitman

“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise”
George Washington Carver

“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?”
E. M. Foster

“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.”
Bern Williams

“Sunrise doesn’t last all morning, a cloudburst doesn’t last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It’s not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.”
George Harrison

“The Lord has turned all our sunsets into sunrise.”
Clement of Alexandria

Stories of kings and wise men



Drawing by A. Durer

The kingdom of this world

An old hermit was once invited to visit the court of the most powerful king of those times.

– I envy such a saintly man, who is content with so little – said the ruler.

– I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less that I – responded the hermit.

– How can you say such a thing, if this entire country belongs to me? – said the offended king.

– For precisely that reason. I have the music of the celestial spheres, I have the rivers and mountains of the whole world, I have the moon and the sun, because I have God in my soul. Your Majesty, on the other hand, has only this kingdom.

The ancestor’s bones

There was a king of Spain who was very proud of his ancestors, and who was known for his cruelty to the weak.

One time, he was walking with his advisers across a field in Aragon, where – years before – he had lost his father during a battle, when he found a holy man searching a large pile of bones.

– What are you doing there? – asked the king.

– Honored greetings, Your Majesty – said the holy man. – When I heard that the king of Spain was coming this way, I resolved to recover the bones of your late father and present them to you. But however hard I search, I cannot find them: they are exactly the same as the bones of country folk, the poor, beggars and slaves.