G. K. Chesterton once said that to understand the Sermon on the Mount we should look not at Jesus but at St. Francis. To understand the Gita I went to look at Mahatma Gandhi, who had done his best for forty years to translate those verses into his daily life. Seeing him, I understood that those ‘who see themselves in all and all in them’ would simply not be capable of harming others. (Augustine said daringly, ‘Love, then do as you like:’ nothing will then come out of you but goodness.) I saw too what it meant to view one’s body with detachment: not indifference but compassionate care as an instrument of service … most important, I grasped one of the most refreshing ideas in Hindu mysticism: original goodness. Since the Self is the core of every personality, no one needs to acquire goodness and compassion; they are already there. All that is necessary is to remove the selfish habits that hide them.
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
Satchel Paige (Thank you, liquidnight)
What if, by some miracle, this present turned out to be a dream, a hideous nightmare, and we were to awake renewed and cleansed, strong, upright and proud? Why do we never try to stand again when once we’ve fallen? When we lose one thing why don’t we search for another? I want our lives to be holy, sublime and solemn as the vault of heaven. Let us live! The thief on the cross had hope even though he had less than an hour left to him, and the sun only rises once a day, so take hold of what’s left of your life and save it.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. By way of Whiskey River.