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Concealed Pleasure are the Greatest—Pity is Not for Angels

 

 

Have always the idea of pleasing before you, and you cannot fail to please. Who strives to please the World will be deservedly rewarded. It is an odd thing, but everyone who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco, California USA. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next World. However, flatter not yourself with contrarieties of pleasure. Of the blessings set before you, makes your choice, and be content. Pity from some people is a noxious and insulting sort of tribute, which one is justified in hurling back in the teeth of those who offer it; but that is a sort of pity native to callous, selfish hearts: it is a hybrid, egotistical pain at hearing of woes, crossed with ignorant contempt for those who have endured them.  

If you were sensible of your own good, you would not wish quite the sphere in which you have been brought up. Observe that great, mean, brown bird in the zoological gardens, which sits so tame on its perch, and droops and slouches like a drowsy duck. That is the great and soaring eagle Who would believe it, to look at him? Yet all he wants is to be out in his right place instead of his wrong. He is not himself in man’s cages, belonging to God’s sky. Fellow mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people—amongst whom your life is passed—that is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire—for whom you should cherish all possible hopes, all possible patience. 

All primitive periods, in all countries, are distinguished by the passions for gaming and drinking, and by such a degree of invention as will enable men to gratify both. The fact illustrates the necessity of the race for mental exercise, and for the excitement of the nervous system. The art of reading the inner human nature by the outer aspects is of immeasurable interest and boundless practical value, and the man who can practice it skillfully and apply it sagaciously is on the high road to fortune. Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity. Why sacrifice the living to the dead, the present to the past? The past is a fruitless dream, the present only is living and demands all things. There are times when, the elements being in unusual commotion, those who are bent on daring enterprises, or agitated by great thoughts, whether of good or evil, feel a mysterious sympathy with the tumult of nature, and are roused into corresponding violence.   

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and a heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another, each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his subjects. It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility. People of high intellectual endowments do not require similar ones in those they love. They are just the persons to appreciate the wholesome gush of natural feeling, the honest affection, the simple joy, the fullness of contentment with what they love.   

 A person who is not trying to maneuver you into any state is willing to be with you as you are. When you love someone, the strategies involved in manipulating reality to conform to the expectations and enhance the being of a self at the center to drop away. This psychology understands trauma and the reactive tendencies that construct a self in relation to trauma as a belief system grounded in images and memories, and not the fullness of what is. The process proceeds according to the timing and pacing of the individual who understands they are seeking healing, and this will grant you the most useful art of all, the art of life. Everything in nature presses and urges the other; and a new life originates from every passing.   


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