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→ The Profane and The Profound
Even great men are not all great. How saddening to watch one fall into some negative feelings, born of the ego's limitations, into quite unnecessary embitterment, and pay for the fall with impaired health or personal trouble!
I love flowers but only when they are in gardens or in pots. For then they are living things but, cut, they are decaying, dying ones.
We overwork the past if we drag it constantly into the present. And this is true not only if it appears in the shape of negative broodings and lamentations but also of intellectual beliefs and views.