Sunday, February 9, 2014

bad companion, congenial companion

It seems useless to decide beforehand what will help and what won’t. 
Cry, and the Lord will answer; 
call, and he will say, ‘I am here.’  
The “Lord” is not what you think he is. Nor are you what you think you are.

 It is necessary to allow what is right for the moment be right, and what is wrong, wrong.
“Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo 
del caminante en el desierto?  

Y por que el sol es tan simpatico 
en el jardin del hospital? 

And why is the sun such a bad companion 
to the traveler in the desert? 

And why is the sun so congenial  
in the hospital garden?”  
― Pablo Neruda

 Sufficient for the day is the determination made of the usefulness of anything for that day.

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