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Thoughts and comments come to me upon the reading of Dante’s Purgatorio…It’s such an intriguing read. I am reading the translation by John Ciardi. The Italian master of literary works (Dante Alighieri) of art such and The Divine Comedy, Inferno, The Vita Nuova..He is absolutely genius in relating his political, religious and personal experiences an opinions into poems and verses aka canto. . It never ceases to amaze me how he can relate such rapturous and then remote illusions to LOVE.  How he feels towards the “character of Beatrice”  and her role and influence in his writings.  Being an avid “counter” and semi-consumed in numerology, I find that the references to the number 9 or 3 sets of 3 fascinating.  But that’s me.  I will emphasize the fact that “numbers” is also ‘Scientific and factual” not just “my intrigue with the possible occult significance” of numerology. I also contest that the occult, paganism and religion all share “roots”. All are intertwined and we must be able to “read and access” the “signs and words” that sway our minds and “souls”, one way or the other …in other words, put simply “up or down”.  In Purgatory, as above so below, LOVE reigns!!!  

My favorite part:….” learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.”

Saturday 2/23/13…

I would b remiss not to include here my favorite poem:

Thank you. I copied from:http://www.katsandogz.com/onpleasure.html

On Pleasure
 Kahlil Gibran

Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height, But it is not the deep nor the high. It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedomsong.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.

Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone;
Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.

And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?

Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?”
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.

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I heard this the other day in a movie I was watching “empty what is full….fill what is empty”  the next line was “scratch where it itches”…Genius…that’s how it goes and should go.  UHHHHH>>>I like it.

Kant in Portuguese  Translation:  Who does not know that the search does not identify what you think.

Kant in Portuguese Translation: “Who does not know that the search does not identify what you think.” Aha!!!

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