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   2 Aleister Crowley
   1 The Mother
   1 Sri Aurobindo
   1 Kabir
   1 Italo Calvino
   1 George Carlin

NEW FULL DB (2.4M)

   8 Anonymous
   6 Italo Calvino
   5 Victor Hugo
   5 Terry Pratchett
   5 Mason Cooley
   5 Erik Larson
   4 Orhan Pamuk
   4 Markus Zusak
   3 Stephen King
   3 Plato
   3 Mary Beard
   3 Josiah Strong
   3 Heraclitus
   3 Haruki Murakami
   3 F Scott Fitzgerald
   3 Drake
   3 Carlos Ruiz Zaf n
   2 William Shakespeare
   2 Suzanne Collins
   2 Salman Rushdie
   2 Robert Jackson Bennett
   2 Rem Koolhaas
   2 Ray Bradbury
   2 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   2 Paul Beatty
   2 Nelson Algren
   2 Mohammed Saeed al Sahaf
   2 Mehmet Murat ildan
   2 Marcus Aurelius
   2 Lin Manuel Miranda
   2 Le Corbusier
   2 Kobayashi Issa
   2 Kabir
   2 Jojo Moyes
   2 Joe Meno
   2 Jay McInerney
   2 Herman Melville
   2 Frederick Lenz
   2 Erica Jong
   2 Don DeLillo
   2 Dean Koontz
   2 Corey Ann Haydu
   2 Colson Whitehead
   2 Cheryl Strayed
   2 Charlie LeDuff
   2 Candace Bushnell
   2 Brent Weeks
   2 Bram Stoker
   2 Beth Moore
   2 Barry Eisler
   2 Armistead Maupin
   2 Alexis Hall
   2 Alcaeus

1:I sell mirrors in the city of the blind. ~ Kabir,

2:The city is redundant: it repeats itself so that something will stick in the mind....Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist. ~ Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities ,

3:In this cup, therefore, though all things are placed, by virtue of this dew all lose their identity. And therefore this Cup is in the hand of BABALON, the Lady of the City of Pyramids, wherein no one can be distinguished from any other, wherein no one may sit until he has lost his name. ~ Aleister Crowley, Liber ABA 2.07 - The Cup,

4:The priestess of Artemis took hold of her almost with the violence of a lover, and whisked her away into a languid ecstasy of reverie. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kept her mind occupied with dreams, faery-fervid, of uncharted seas of glory on which her galleon might sail, undiscovered countries of spice and sweetness, Eldorado and Utopia and the City of God. ~ Aleister Crowley,

5:He found the vast Thought with seven heads that is born of the Truth; he created some fourth world and became universal. . . .The Sons of Heaven, the Heroes of the Omnipotent, thinking the straight thought, giving voice to the Truth, founded the plane of illumination and conceived the first abode of the Sacrifice. . . . The Master of Wisdom cast down the stone defences and called to the Herds of Light, . . . the herds that stand in the secrecy on the bridge over the Falsehood between two worlds below and one above; desiring Light in the darkness, he brought upward the Ray-Herds and uncovered from the veil the three worlds; he shattered the city that lies hidden in ambush, and cut the three out of the Ocean, and discovered the Dawn and the Sun and the Light and the Word of Light. Rig Veda.2 ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine 2.19 - Out of the Sevenfold Ignorance towards the Sevenfold Knowledge,

6:When I was a child of about thirteen, for nearly a year every night as soon as I had gone to bed it seemed to me that I went out of my body and rose straight up above the house, then above the city, very high above. Then I used to see myself clad in a magnificent golden robe, much longer than myself; and as I rose higher, the robe would stretch, spreading out in a circle around me to form a kind of immense roof over the city. Then I would see men, women, children, old men, the sick, the unfortunate coming out from every side; they would gather under the outspread robe, begging for help, telling of their miseries, their suffering, their hardships. In reply, the robe, supple and alive, would extend towards each one of them individually, and as soon as they had touched it, they were comforted or healed, and went back into their bodies happier and stronger than they had come out of them. Nothing seemed more beautiful to me, nothing could make me happier; and all the activities of the day seemed dull and colourless and without any real life, beside this activity of the night which was the true life for me. Often while I was rising up in this way, I used to see at my left an old man, silent and still, who looked at me with kindly affection and encouraged me by his presence. This old man, dressed in a long dark purple robe, was the personification-as I came to know later-of him who is called the Man of Sorrows. ~ The Mother, Prayers And Meditations ,

7:But there's a reason. There's a reason. There's a reason for this, there's a reason education sucks, and it's the same reason that it will never, ever, ever be fixed. It's never gonna get any better. Don't look for it. Be happy with what you got. Because the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now, the real owners, the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the senate, the congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, lobbying, to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I'll tell you what they don't want: They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. That doesn't help them. Thats against their interests. Thats right. They don't want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table to figure out how badly they're getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. They don't want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers. People who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork, and just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they're coming for your Social Security money. They want your retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all from you, sooner or later, 'cause they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club. And by the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head in their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table is tilted folks. The game is rigged, and nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care. Good honest hard-working people -- white collar, blue collar, it doesn't matter what color shirt you have on -- good honest hard-working people continue -- these are people of modest means -- continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don't give a fuck about them. They don't give a fuck about you. They don't give a fuck about you. They don't care about you at all -- at all -- at all. And nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care. That's what the owners count on; the fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that's being jammed up their assholes everyday. Because the owners of this country know the truth: it's called the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it. ~ George Carlin,

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:That’s the city of Oops. ~ L R W Lee,

2:Night falling on the city ~ David Gray,

3:Not I, but the city teaches. ~ Socrates,

4:Blame the city I'm a product of it ~ Drake,

5:Yet, when the city sleeps; ~ Lionel Johnson,

6:Libraries are the pride of the city. ~ Amy Tan,

7:The City that knows how. ~ William Howard Taft,

8:The people are the city. ~ William Shakespeare,

9:day until all the bread in the city ~ Anonymous,

10:Fighting men are the city's fortress. ~ Alcaeus,

11:I was raised in the city, shitty ~ Tupac Shakur,

12:I sell mirrors in the city of the blind. ~ Kabir,

13:that underlay the city of Chicago. ~ Jim Butcher,

14:Eyes mark the shape of the city. ~ Haruki Murakami,

15:The city that has speed has success. ~ Le Corbusier,

16:This is the city of disguises. ~ Jeanette Winterson,

17:I am the way into the city of woe. ~ Dante Alighieri,

18:The city is all right. To live in one ~ Robert Frost,

19:I love driving in the city at night. ~ Waris Ahluwalia,

20:Red sky at night, the city's alight. ~ Terry Pratchett,

21:The city drowned in memories. ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez,

22:the city,” he said diplomatically. ~ Victoria Thompson,

23:The city is a device for measuring time. ~ Don DeLillo,

24:The sewer is the conscience of the city. ~ Victor Hugo,

25:What is the city but the people? ~ William Shakespeare,

26:It's hard to be a saint in the city. ~ Bruce Springsteen,

27:you was to scour the City of London! By ~ Winston Graham,

28:The hard rain nailed the night to the city. ~ Dean Koontz,

29:This is the entrance To the city of you... ~ Mark Doty,

30:just another anonymous girl in the city. ~ Greer Hendricks,

31:I stood within the city disinterred; ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,

32:I won the city scoring championship as a senior. ~ Bob Cousy,

33:plague in the city, Master Azereos, the Counsels ~ Anonymous,

34:She tooled around the city in an electric car. ~ Erik Larson,

35:The city’s insurance company assumed that ~ William G Tapply,

36:When the music changes, the walls of the city shake. ~ Plato,

37:All I care about is money and the city that I'm from. ~ Drake,

38:Good morning, the city says. Fuck you. ~ Marie Helene Bertino,

39:in the heart of the city? Mr. Gordon Creighton, ~ John A Keel,

40:The city is recruited from the country. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

41:Hollywood, of course, is the city of illusion. ~ Curtis Hanson,

42:that great condenser of moral chaos, The City. ~ Robert Hughes,

43:The city needs a car like a fish needs a bicycle. ~ Dean Kamen,

44:The city was radiant and I felt untouchable. ~ Stephanie Danler,

45:But there is no death in the City of the Dead. ~ Hannu Rajaniemi,

46:In the City of God there will be a great thunder, ~ Nostradamus,

47:It weaved through the city like a spooked snake, ~ Wayne Simmons,

48:I was raised in the city by a one-eyed mother... ~ Gillian Flynn,

49:New Orleans is the city we all live to love in. ~ O Neil de Noux,

50:She took in the city – I took in her. ~ James Russell Lingerfelt,

51:I dwell in the city and the city dwells in me. ~ Juhani Pallasmaa,

52:The city of Atlanta has always had a good spirit. ~ Ivan Allen Jr,

53:I wonder if Hell can be worse than the City of Omaha. ~ Stephen King,

54:The chicken is the country's, but the city eats it. ~ George Herbert,

55:The city's full of people who you just see around. ~ Terry Pratchett,

56:The Merseyside derby games are unique in the city. ~ Brendan Rodgers,

57:And the city itself was just a glow on the dark earth... ~ Monica Ali,

58:the afternoon shadows gloomed the depths of the city, ~ Frank Herbert,

59:The city is not the problem; the city is the solution. ~ Jaime Lerner,

60:They were born in the city from people born elsewhere. ~ Dionne Brand,

61:views of the city. The paralegal tapped on the door of ~ John Grisham,

62:Biking is a good alternative. Use the city as your gym. ~ Ilana Glazer,

63:Her room was like a cage, but it was better than the city. ~ S M Reine,

64:no one escaped the city: They brought the city with them. ~ Anna Clark,

65:Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city. ~ Victor Hugo,

66:Sing against death. Command the wildness of the city. ~ Salman Rushdie,

67:The Town and the City The Scripture of the Golden Eternity ~ Anonymous,

68:Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's! ~ Lord Byron,

69:It is hard to find a butterfly in the city environment. ~ Joseph Finder,

70:ribald fun. When they found out I wasn’t in the city, ~ William Lashner,

71:The city was under the rule of sourcery…martial lore. ~ Terry Pratchett,

72:Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. ~ Herman Melville,

73:The city burning is Los Angeles's deepest image of itself. ~ Joan Didion,

74:The life of the city cat is short but so sophisticated. ~ Jennifer Stone,

75:I have been both a ghost and haunted in the city I love. ~ Rebecca Solnit,

76:,,So maybe, for me, home is not the city, but the people. ~ Diana T Scott,

77:You can't vote that water out of the city of New Orleans. ~ Russel Honore,

78:Farmers Market, one of his favorite places in the city. ~ Michael Connelly,

79:Fex urbis, lex orbis, ‘Dregs of the city, law of the world’. ~ Victor Hugo,

80:I changed the city of New York. I gave people back their morale. ~ Ed Koch,

81:...the city is just too big and too full of people to be alone. ~ Joe Meno,

82:at times the city can feel self-satisfied, even solipsistic, ~ Barry Eisler,

83:In the city of the blind, whoever has one eye is lord. ~ Niccol Machiavelli,

84:In vain we build the city if we do not first build the man. ~ Edwin Markham,

85:Slums were the first foothold of poor migrants to the city. ~ James C Scott,

86:the city’s government seized and sold Church property until the ~ Tim Parks,

87:Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat. ~ Robert Lowell,

88:The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick. ~ L Frank Baum,

89:I love the idea of hitchhiking into the city. It was bizarre. ~ Brice Marden,

90:High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city. ~ Theophile Gautier,

91:If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks. ~ Baz Luhrmann,

92:I love 'Sex and the City;' I think I've seen every episode. ~ Julian Fellowes,

93:The City is an addictive machine from which there is no escape ~ Rem Koolhaas,

94:the city was the fifth lady of Sex and the City, ~ Jennifer Keishin Armstrong,

95:Unless the Lord keepeth the city, the watchman guardeth in vain ~ Anne Sexton,

96:I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857. ~ Edward Bellamy,

97:Rampaging horsemen can conquer; only the city can civilize. ~ James A Michener,

98:Walking through the city streets... Is it by mistake or design? ~ Lana Del Rey,

99:I found the city built of brick and left it built of marble,’ this ~ Mary Beard,

100:Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city. ~ Alcaeus,

101:In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists. ~ Mason Cooley,

102:I really want to live in New York. That's the city of my dreams. ~ Joel Kinnaman,

103:Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams. ~ Charlie LeDuff,

104:Who can fathom the danger and pain of a visit to the City Council? ~ Joseph Fink,

105:A fastidious taste is best indoors, away from nature and the city. ~ Mason Cooley,

106:I know the subtlest movements of the city because I no longer sleep. ~ Jojo Moyes,

107:Justice is the well water of the city of Novgorod, black and sweet. ~ Robert Hass,

108:Knowledge and power in the city; peace and decency in the country. ~ Mason Cooley,

109:Little by little, the city falls away, like something giving up... ~ Harriet Lane,

110:Outside, the dark brushed the city and the wind unleashed the snow ~ Colum McCann,

111:And now out onto Airport Road and into the city’s horn-honk opera. ~ Katherine Boo,

112:For the masses who do the city's labor also keep the city's heart. ~ Nelson Algren,

113:Only the highway of useful service leads to the city of happiness. ~ Napoleon Hill,

114:With the city like this, don’t we have greater needs than poetry? ~ China Mi ville,

115:You can close the city gates, but you can’t close the people’s mouths. ~ Ella Leya,

116:It would be a nice place if you took all the people out of the city. ~ John McEnroe,

117:People ought to fight to keep their law as to defend the city s walls. ~ Heraclitus,

118:The city appeared to be an educational diorama: the History of Mess. ~ P J O Rourke,

119:The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems. ~ Markus Zusak,

120:The country is the world of the soul, the city is the world of bodies. ~ Bah u ll h,

121:Unto you is born in the city of David a Savior for all. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,

122:The people must fight on behalf of the law as though for the city wall. ~ Heraclitus,

123:The virtue of the country is that it makes you thirsty for the city. ~ Sam Waterston,

124:Welcome to Glasgow - the city where we punch people who are on fire. ~ Frankie Boyle,

125:Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

126:How much did a Dragon hide, when he walked the streets of the city? ~ Michelle Sagara,

127:Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians. ~ Susanna Clarke,

128:The city went on with its business as usual oblivious to my pain. [80] ~ Tendai Huchu,

129:The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. ~ Wallace Stevens,

130:We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. ~ Ivan Chtcheglov,

131:A great menace weighs over the city," I said politely, and went on. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,

132:I carved them into the staff on my first night in the City of Bones. ~ Cassandra Clare,

133:I used to go to school in Manhattan with a bunch of the City Kids. ~ Melissa Joan Hart,

134:I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city. ~ Chaim Potok,

135:The city loves you when you're flying high and kicks you when you're down. ~ Sarah Jio,

136:The minorities have been confined to the city by a moat of bigotry. ~ Shirley Chisholm,

137:They’re ruining the city, aren’t they,” remarked Rafe. “The backpackers. ~ Caleb Crain,

138:we can visit libraries, go to free places in the city, and think again ~ Blue Balliett,

139:I’ll take you to the city line,” he told me. “Go get some fuckin’ payback. ~ Chris Kyle,

140:Suppose Watergate had not been uncovered? I'd still be on the City Desk. ~ Bob Woodward,

141:The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower ~ Christina Rossetti,

142:The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten. ~ Teju Cole,

143:A waning moon hung over the cityscape like a Cheshire cat’s looming smile. ~ Sierra Dean,

144:Better to let it go. The city was full of shoes, but sanity, one’s sanity ~ Stephen King,

145:Dhaka the city of mosques has become the city of Hindu temples. ~ Delwar Hossain Sayeedi,

146:Even today, the bigger the city, the better. That's why I live in New York. ~ Paul Smith,

147:Sex and the City was about looking for Mr Big and trying to find him. ~ Candace Bushnell,

148:The day was cold but sunny. The city was decorated with holiday flags. ~ Sergei Dovlatov,

149:You burned the city of London in our houses and we felt the flames. ~ Archibald MacLeish,

150:Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it! ~ Ilona Andrews,

151:Being up so high above the city made her troubles seem less dramatic. Darby ~ Fiona Davis,

152:Clearly, then, the city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo. The ~ Desmond Morris,

153:I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah. ~ William Tecumseh Sherman,

154:I will not see you, she tells the city, but I will remember you. ~ Robert Jackson Bennett,

155:The city of truth cannot be built on the swampy ground of skepticism. ~ Albert Schweitzer,

156:The United States was born in the country and has moved to the city. ~ Richard Hofstadter,

157:We’re all a little broken, on the sidewalk. On the street. In the city. ~ Corey Ann Haydu,

158:But treat dimes fair and I'm bigger than the city lights down in times square ~ Puff Daddy,

159:Memory is redundant- it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist. ~ Italo Calvino,

160:Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist. ~ Italo Calvino,

161:No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck. ~ Erik Larson,

162:People are the nature of the city, and you can feel it in the pavement. ~ Andy Goldsworthy,

163:People ought to fight to keep their law as to defend the citys walls. ~ Heraclitus,

164:Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down. ~ Markus Zusak,

165:the city rolled over and fell down dead. The sound of its death came after. ~ Ray Bradbury,

166:The city sparkles in the twilight, like diamonds thrown across obsidian sand. ~ A R Kahler,

167:But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys. ~ Jennifer Egan,

168:I may have left Liverpool but the city and club will always be part of me. ~ Kenny Dalglish,

169:Sometimes you feel like the only man in the city without group affiliation. ~ Jay McInerney,

170:The city was the same and it wasn’t. The city was different and it wasn’t. ~ Adriana Lisboa,

171:Assassination is an art, milord. And I am the city's most accomplished artist. ~ Brent Weeks,

172:Having a place out of the city is a shortcut toward the mental reset I need. ~ Rachel Maddow,

173:I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city. ~ Fran Wilde,

174:In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends ~ Kobayashi Issa,

175:One cannot make architecture without studying the condition of life in the city ~ Aldo Rossi,

176:The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance. ~ Janet Morris,

177:The city hurt to look at, all angles and glints of sun like shattered glass. ~ Nicole Krauss,

178:The city planners in hell either had very bad taste or a strange sense of humor ~ Sarah Fine,

179:Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter. ~ Bram Stoker,

180:Have you ever been to Glens Falls? The city limits signs are on the same post. ~ Bobby Heenan,

181:Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,

182:Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins. ~ Hilary Mantel,

183:Stay here and powder something while I gather up the Kin and scour the city! ~ Douglas Hulick,

184:You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all. ~ Jonathan Lethem,

185:Does that city create its citizens, or is the city only a dream of its citizens. ~ Bram Stoker,

186:Going out into the country after living in the city is a loss of control. ~ Christopher Bollen,

187:He is one of those unidentifiable people who inhabit the city at night. Mari ~ Haruki Murakami,

188:I love nyc. It's the city of my birth and probably the most amazing city on the planet. ~ Moby,

189:It is as if the city has a bloodstream flowing through it, oxygenated by books. ~ Susan Orlean,

190:The city is the nerve center of our civilization. It is also the storm center. ~ Josiah Strong,

191:You can be alone too in the city streets, among the crowds. We are all alone. ~ Frederick Lenz,

192:been ignited by loose talk, by leaks,” Amburgey went on, “the fact the city ~ Patricia Cornwell,

193:In the city, a lot of crime happens, a lot of violence happens from time to time. ~ Victor Cruz,

194:I wanted to meet the people, to get involved in the city, to make Tokyo mine. ~ Jacob Aue Sobol,

195:No difference between here and there: the city that you live in is the world. ~ Marcus Aurelius,

196:No more small towns for me. I was going to the city to get my degree in pimping. ~ Iceberg Slim,

197:Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work. ~ Scott Westerfeld,

198:The city is like a great house, and the house in its turn a small city. ~ Leon Battista Alberti,

199:can honor be expected of a man who is preparing to storm the city of his birth? ~ Salman Rushdie,

200:I came here because the city has a tradition and is a very respected food city. ~ Emeril Lagasse,

201:Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning. ~ Giotto di Bondone,

202:Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies. ~ Annie Dillard,

203:The city has millions of stories that I don’t know. Never did and never will. ~ John Joseph Adams,

204:The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

205:Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is? ~ Neil Gaiman,

206:I’d entered the city the way one enters any grand love affair: with no exit plan. ~ Cheryl Strayed,

207:On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky. ~ Laini Taylor,

208:Rugby is a good occasion for keeping thirty bullies far from the center of the city. ~ Oscar Wilde,

209:You’ve lived in the city for a long time and need to feel that you have a hometown. ~ Gao Xingjian,

210:Defend Paris to the last, destroy all bridges over the Seine and devastate the city. ~ Adolf Hitler,

211:Either my girlfriend's collection of "Sex in the City" memorabilia goes or I do. ~ Duncan Whitehead,

212:if a man from Lower Caste should come to rule in a city, the city would come to ruin. ~ John Norman,

213:In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends ~ Kobayashi Issa,

214:The city divided by the river is further divided by racial and lingual differences. ~ Nelson Algren,

215:The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand ~ Italo Calvino,

216:To be a New Yorker is to be away from the city and feel like you are missing something ~ Bill Hayes,

217:Gods blast it, I was asking ye where you shite in the city, not where I should do it! ~ Kevin Hearne,

218:I found Bombay and opium, the drug and the city, the city of opium and the drug Bombay ~ Jeet Thayil,

219:In a thousand years, you could hold the entirety of the city in the palm of your hand. ~ Rick Yancey,

220:On the road from the City of Skepticism, I had to pass through the Valley of Ambiguity. ~ Adam Smith,

221:The main problem of living in the city that never sleeps that neither did I. ~ Maria Dahvana Headley,

222:You can see the city lights from there, spreading out below like stars on the ground. ~ Ava Dellaira,

223:Even the worst things about Devonairre Street are better than the rest of the city. ~ Corey Ann Haydu,

224:I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing which ever comes between us. ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,

225:I like living in the city, but I like being able to get out of it as and when I like. ~ Laura Marling,

226:It is in Paris that the beating of Europe’s heart is felt. Paris is the city of cities. ~ Victor Hugo,

227:someone’s prowling the city with a pack of killer ferrets to do his dirty work for him. ~ Dean Koontz,

228:There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them. ~ Caitlin Kittredge,

229:Up till now, they are only on dock No. 10, not in Umm Qasr, not in the city ~ Mohammed Saeed al Sahaf,

230:Very good in the Back to the Future movies, but was born to play Caroline in the City. ~ Lea Thompson,

231:I wasn't there [in U.S] when the city was bombed but it seems to have changed my friends. ~ Nan Goldin,

232:The first such suicide had come from the city of Batman, a hundred kilometers from Kars. ~ Orhan Pamuk,

233:This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me ~ Walt Whitman,

234:Winter laid her solemn hands across the city and stroked all the colours out of the sky ~ Kate Tempest,

235:Yeah, 'Gossip Girl' is a good show. It's a real New York show, like 'Sex and the City. ~ Jay McInerney,

236:Hey, you look at your tits; I'll look at mine! (Michael Tolliver, Tales of the City) ~ Armistead Maupin,

237:Historians now estimate that as many as 20,000 people abandoned the city during the fever. ~ Jim Murphy,

238:I made a promise to my parents that I would rid the city of the evil that took their lives. ~ Jeph Loeb,

239:Once the city gets into a ba-hoys sa-hystem, he loses the ha-hankerin' for the ca-hountry. ~ W C Fields,

240:This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track. ~ Don DeLillo,

241:You mean I can’t chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city? ~ Caroline B Cooney,

242:New York has been the best gift, in that the city pushes me to so many next levels. ~ Baratunde Thurston,

243:The city of Detroit slaughtered the animals in its zoo to provide meat for the hungry. ~ Adam Hochschild,

244:The same things go on everywhere, whether you're from the city, the country or wherever. ~ Bubba Sparxxx,

245:Washington is the city where the big men of little towns come to be disillusioned ~ Paul Laurence Dunbar,

246:Assassination is an art, milord, and I am the city’s most accomplished artist - Durzo Blint ~ Brent Weeks,

247:At the end of my life, I have achieved belated fame and recognition in the city of my birth. ~ Leon Askin,

248:Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit. ~ Sheridan Hay,

249:Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember" Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City... ~ Armistead Maupin,

250:Somewhere in the city, Pestilence was raising an army for its fellow horseman, Death. ~ Steve Hockensmith,

251:when the streets are deserted and a cold rind of moon floats over the canyons of the city. ~ Stephen King,

252:As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement. ~ Mason Cooley,

253:But Enki wants to save Atrahasis,50 the ‘exceedingly wise man’ of the city of Shuruppak. ~ Karen Armstrong,

254:I would destroy the city if something happened to you. I can't even bear the thought of it. ~ Anne Mallory,

255:Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding-place for vermin – animal and human. ~ James Herbert,

256:The city’s more beautiful at night, you know: the people of the night always tell the truth. ~ Orhan Pamuk,

257:His hair has gone grey. He passes every day. They say he walks the length of the city. ~ Lin Manuel Miranda,

258:In this their lives reflected the broader miasma suffusing the city beyond their garden wall. ~ Erik Larson,

259:over to someone who can.” “I saw her run off toward the east side of the city,” Sasha offered.  ~ Sara King,

260:The city fathers discredited themselves with their silly exercise in extreme social rectitude. ~ Mel Gordon,

261:Caen's San Francisco may not be the city we remember, but it is the city we want to remember. ~ Willie Brown,

262:Harlem felt like a big black band with so many heavy instruments, the city stage was collapsing. ~ Yaa Gyasi,

263:His hair has gone grey. He passes every day They say he walks the length of the city ~ Lin Manuel Miranda,

264:I come from the Town of Stupidity; it lieth about four degrees beyond the City of Destruction. ~ John Bunyan,

265:It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen. ~ Gayle Forman,

266:Modern life demands, and is waiting for, a new kind of plan, both for the house and the city. ~ Le Corbusier,

267:Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita ~ Laurell K Hamilton,

268:Some people consider utopia to be derived from nature. For some people, utopia is the city. ~ Joel Sternfeld,

269:Sometimes Opposite do Just More Than Attract... They Catch fire and Burn the City Down...... ~ Jay Crownover,

270:The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman. ~ Kate Chopin,

271:we are weakness itself, and unless He guards the city, in vain shall we labor to defend it. ~ Teresa of vila,

272:Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night? ~ Jim Morrison,

273:I didn't know the city at all, but I was so happy to be in New York I cried. I was so excited. ~ Greta Gerwig,

274:It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone. ~ Erica Jong,

275:My life was far from Sex and the City. It was more like Sex and the Pity. Or Sex and the Shitty. ~ Vi Keeland,

276:The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,

277:Wiring in nooses from the ceiling, waiting to be connected, plugged into the rest of the city. ~ Sarah Hilary,

278:A suburb is an attempt to get out of reach of the city without having the city be out of reach. ~ Mason Cooley,

279:But I’m not convinced I won’t be perfectly barbecued by the time we reach the city’s center. ~ Suzanne Collins,

280:I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood. ~ Isaac Marion,

281:I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness. ~ Charlotte Eriksson,

282:The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever. ~ Alfred Tennyson,

283:...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ... ~ John Geddes,

284:Death made its own appointments, and the city morgue waited like a patient suitor for a date. ~ Mark Del Franco,

285:She looked as plump and self-confident as the city pigeons outside, and as sure of her place. ~ Kerry Greenwood,

286:The city knows you better than any living person because it has seen you when you are alone. ~ Colson Whitehead,

287:The city must never be confused with the words that describe it.’’ —Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities ~ Anonymous,

288:The City: Today’s modern financial district, called simply “The City,” was a walled town in Roman ~ Rick Steves,

289:A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England. ~ Rudyard Kipling,

290:Chicago is a beautiful city - the architecture, the food, everything in the city is awesome. ~ Chance the Rapper,

291:Have a good night,' he said, and Mia stepped out onto Fifth Avenue and let the city swallow her up. ~ Celeste Ng,

292:In the city, he had been just another kid. He had never known how exhausting it was to be conspicuous. ~ Lisa Ko,

293:Mammon, n. The god of the world's leading religion. His chief temple is in the city of New York ~ Ambrose Bierce,

294:Most benefactors are like unskillful generals who take the city and leave the citadel intact. ~ Nicolas Chamfort,

295:Rhys’s single women in the city are forever clashing with the landladies of their fleabag hotels. ~ Lauren Elkin,

296:The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city. ~ Italo Calvino,

297:The city of Detroit is the living, breathing example of Hillary Clinton's failed economic agenda. ~ Donald Trump,

298:Around us the city glittered in shades of orange and silver, like a paste jewel in a tinfoil crown. ~ Alexis Hall,

299:If I poured all the lies I had told into the Mississippi, the river would rise and flood the city. ~ Ruta Sepetys,

300:Private beneficence is totally inadequate to deal with the vast numbers of the city's disinherited. ~ Jane Addams,

301:The city was still known for its enchantments, but it would soon become notorious for its terrors. ~ David Talbot,

302:Before I came to the city I cut off my hair. It was the first of many fatally symbolic gestures. ~ M John Harrison,

303:In the country, people are kind. In the city, people are hard an' cold, like the concrete and steel. ~ Jimmy Cliff,

304:It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart? ~ Sonya Sones,

305:Liverpool fans were great to me, I still live near the city and they always come up and shake my hand. ~ Paul Ince,

306:Mao had decided to make the city his new capital, and he had its name changed from Peking to Beijing. ~ Anchee Min,

307:Morning in the city is not a real morning; morning of the shepherd, that is the real morning! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,

308:Nothing in their lives was working and the city lay there roaring its indifference. What a world. ~ Sunjeev Sahota,

309:Rather than hearing from the city council president, you'd hear from sources all across the country. ~ Jack Kelley,

310:The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n,

311:The Dream is the city, and if we find it's heart in the Dream, then we find it's heart in the world. ~ Alexis Hall,

312:The Thames was beautiful, dark, and swift beneath the billion yellow and white lights of the city… ~ Charles Finch,

313:A hundred people to a car, a thousand people to a train, a thousand trains crisscrossing the city. ~ Makoto Shinkai,

314:In the mornings when they were in the city, they had breakfast on a card table in Jeffrey's study ~ John P Marquand,

315:I rode the bus alone, I walked around the city alone, I did my shopping alone, and I drank alone. ~ Hiromi Kawakami,

316:I want to be on that team that wins the world championship here in Chicago and sees the city go crazy. ~ Derrek Lee,

317:That in any city, and particularly in the city of Athens, it is easier to do men harm than to do them good; ~ Plato,

318:the ragged skyline of the city resembled the disturbed encephalograph of an unresolved mental crisis. ~ J G Ballard,

319:What Sex and the City did for sex and relationships, Lipstick Jungle does for success and power. ~ Candace Bushnell,

320:Chennai is such a beautiful place to perform in. The city is lovely, and the people, even more so. ~ Sunidhi Chauhan,

321:Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this can be effected by men residing in the city. ~ Plato,

322:I don't like L.A. I've always said that, and people hate on me for it. I don't really like the city. ~ Shenae Grimes,

323:I have never tried to fiddle my role as leader of the city of Sheffield, as an MP or as a minister. ~ David Blunkett,

324:I like Bergen County because it's nice and quiet. It's beautiful, and I can get to the city way quick. ~ Wyclef Jean,

325:It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city ~ Cheryl Strayed,

326:London could do with a bit of excitement, ma chére.” Her grandmother grinned. “Let the city burn. ~ Delilah Marvelle,

327:One by one the lights of the city went out, and I realized that I had already begun to remember. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n,

328:One must obey the man whom the city sets up in power in small things and in justice and in its opposite. ~ Sophocles,

329:Up until the nineteenth century the Rialto was the only link between the two sides of the city. ~ Eric Van Lustbader,

330:I often have deer on my property and there's a fox and owls. You're not going to see that in the city. ~ Billy Corgan,

331:Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers. ~ Franz Grillparzer,

332:Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone? She'd found it easy, being pretty To hitch a ride into the city. ~ Roald Dahl,

333:The Atlanta Botanical Garden incorporated in 1976, and in 1980 was given 33 acres by the city of Atlanta. ~ Anonymous,

334:There's no way of getting away from the noises of the city when the noises of the city are in your head. ~ James Gunn,

335:A clue might ask, for example, for “A rhyming reminder of the past in the city of the NBA’s Kings. ~ Erik Brynjolfsson,

336:For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. – Luke 2:11 ~ Robert J Morgan,

337:Honesty is the best policy ; a policy is, after all, a strategy for living in the polis in the city. ~ Samuel R Delany,

338:If you're at all anxious, the city acts out your anxiety for you, leaving you feeling strangely peaceful. ~ Kim Gordon,

339:These were the moments that defined the city. They were the waking dreams of a never sleeping metropolis. ~ Sarah Hall,

340:When I become president, all you assholes that ride bikes in the city? Lock and load! You're going down! ~ Denis Leary,

341:You live in the city? You live in the graveyard! You want to be resurrected? Apply to the nature! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,

342:He was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11:10 ~ Beth Moore,

343:Terror attacks in Mumbai have grown due to increase in the population of the north Indians in the city. ~ Raj Thackeray,

344:The anonymity of the city is one of its strengths as well as - carried too far - one of its weaknesses. ~ Margaret Mead,

345:The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator. ~ Mikhail Bulgakov,

346:I like shooting in New York because I have such a connection to the city. I have so many memories there. ~ Noah Baumbach,

347:Johnny Vassilaros is the man who has created the finest cup of coffee ever served in the city of New York. ~ Lewis Black,

348:Once I was in the city, I really enjoyed it. Just to experience things. There was so much new stuff. ~ Madeleine Peyroux,

349:The city has become a serious menace to our civilization It has a peculiar attraction for the immigrant. ~ Josiah Strong,

350:As with all inferior things, this part of the city was given an adjective while the rest stole the noun. ~ Gloria Steinem,

351:I really wish she had a different way of viewing things I think the city that we're from just kinda ruined things ~ Drake,

352:I was starting to get to know the city, and when that happens in a screwed-up place, it’s time to leave. ~ Nelson DeMille,

353:Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home ~ Pam Jenoff,

354:NY is the city it is today in part because of the contributions from generations of artistic visionaries ~ Bill de Blasio,

355:Ruth had been publicly convicted, placed in front of a wall and stoned by the citizens of the City of God. ~ A J Scudiere,

356:The police chief of Hiroshima welcomed me eagerly as the first Allied correspondent to reach the city. ~ Wilfred Burchett,

357:What brings you up to the City?" he said when we were inside. To San Franciscans, there's only one city. ~ Ross Macdonald,

358:An off-cast from the city is he who tears his soul away from the soul of reasoning beings, which is one. ~ Marcus Aurelius,

359:Because he was too afraid of his father's household and the men of the city … he did it at night. Judges 6:27 ~ Beth Moore,

360:By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city. ~ Derek Landy,

361:Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display. ~ Jerry Rubin,

362:Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman-it just makes you look better to have a little color. ~ Lady Bird Johnson,

363:If fists were brains he was the smartest dude in the city, and he couldn’t help how that made him feel good. ~ Stacia Kane,

364:I have a love/ hate relationship with the city of New Orleans, which is the strongest kind of relationship. ~ Nicolas Cage,

365:New York is the greatest character actor ever. Any film that is shot in New York is elevated by the city. ~ Jeffrey Wright,

366:The city is full of terrible actors. That is what historians never say about Madras, it is filled with hams. ~ Manu Joseph,

367:What did you give to the city, Montag? Ashes. What did the others give to each other? Nothingness. ~ Ray Bradbury,

368:Being on the stage in New York is always exciting because you feel like you're part of the life of the city. ~ Alan Rickman,

369:I'm in love with the city. You can impress an Australian with a city, but you can't impress them with a beach. ~ Rose Byrne,

370:The scary glow of ghoulish red dotted the city like a plague that was taking over an otherwise healthy body. ~ Liz Braswell,

371:The street is the river of life of the city, the place where we come together, the pathway to the center. ~ William H Whyte,

372:His father had once been mayor of the city of New Britain and leader of the Italian American community there. ~ Luke Harding,

373:If New York is the City That Never Sleeps, then Los Angeles is the City That's Always Passed Out on the Couch. ~ Paul Beatty,

374:If New York is the City That Never Sleeps, then Los Angeles is the City That’s Always Passed Out on the Couch. ~ Paul Beatty,

375:There is insufficient support for the police and safety and law enforcement, in general, in the city council. ~ Steve Chabot,

376:This is the city that taught me how to write all of these cool songs. Yeah, you guys definitely need a royalty. ~ Katy Perry,

377:To get elected as a Democrat, it's hard to be from the city. It's hard to be a graduate of Duke University. ~ Howard Fineman,

378:An estimated 14,000 Muslims were slaughtered, many of them machine-gunned; the city was looted, then burned. ~ Stephen Kotkin,

379:A wide ladder with rubber treads on the steps allows for a swift, easy descent into the bowels of the city. ~ Suzanne Collins,

380:In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to “a human being with his skin removed. ~ Erik Larson,

381:In his mind, the city, as it awoke from its slumber, seemed to be built on quicksand. The stability was illusory. ~ Liu Cixin,

382:I think you can tell when a New York show isn't shot in the city. It's so iconic and has such a specific energy. ~ Theo James,

383:Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame. ~ Bob Dylan,

384:My sculpture thrives in the context of the city, interacting with people in the course of their daily lives. ~ Janet Echelman,

385:New York, he supposed, was home—the city of luxury and mystery, of preposterous hopes and exotic dreams. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

386:what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind inside its teeming multitudes. ~ Orhan Pamuk,

387:When the forest and the city are functionally indistinguishable, then we know we have reached sustainability. ~ Janine Benyus,

388:(...)where tourists and people from the city came in search of sand, sun and expensive forms of boredome. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n,

389:and proletarii (those without property – whose contribution to the city was the production of offspring, proles). ~ Mary Beard,

390:I don't believe a Brexit will hurt the City of London as one of the largest financial centers in the world. ~ Yanis Varoufakis,

391:If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple. ~ Vera Nazarian,

392:I live the city. It thrives and it is mine. I am its worthy avatar, and together? We will never be afraid again. ~ N K Jemisin,

393:scytale cipher” was a form of encryption used in the city state of Sparta in ancient Greece around the 6th century ~ Anonymous,

394:The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city. ~ Carl Van Vechten,

395:The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are. ~ Joe Meno,

396:The city, thinks Marie-Laure, is slowly being remade into the model upstairs. Streets sucked empty one by one. ~ Anthony Doerr,

397:We were alone together for three days, we knew no one in the city, I could be anyone, say anything, do anything. ~ Andr Aciman,

398:34And behold, all the city came out to meet Jesus, and when they saw him,  u they begged him to leave their region. ~ Anonymous,

399:he appealed to the support of the discontented poor within the city while mustering his makeshift army outside it. ~ Mary Beard,

400:I had so many unsold murder pictures lying around my room...I felt as if I were renting out a wing of the City Morgue. ~ Weegee,

401:Observing that, from this height, the city which had been so dark as he walked through it seemed to be on fire. ~ James Baldwin,

402:Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams. But fighters do what they do best when they’ve ~ Charlie LeDuff,

403:The City of Angels is a microcosm of the world, and so living in L.A. makes me feel like a citizen of the world. ~ Tavis Smiley,

404:The country morning exists; the city morning promises. The former makes one live; the latter makes one think. ~ Fernando Pessoa,

405:Fex urbis, lex orbis" (The dregs of the city, the law of the earth), from Les Miserables, attributed to St. Jerome ~ Victor Hugo,

406:I don’t go to graduate school. Instead, I move to New York, the city where I naively imagine writers must go. ~ Kathryn Harrison,

407:I miss the city Bret and I live in, Wellington. It's a good place to be creative, in the same way New York is. ~ Jemaine Clement,

408:Lightning flashed off to the east. It struck somewhere out beyond the city, flickered for a moment, lit up the sky. ~ Ramez Naam,

409:No one, wise Kublai, knows better than you that the city must never be confused with the words that describe it. ~ Italo Calvino,

410:The Captain of the Watch says if you're still in the City by sunrise he will personally have you buried alive. ~ Terry Pratchett,

411:the city is humanity intensified — a magnifying glass that brings out the very best and worst of human nature ~ Timothy J Keller,

412:The city knows. It remembers. Its past is written in its bones, though the past now speaks in silences. ~ Robert Jackson Bennett,

413:What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death. ~ Kabir,

414:batch. They were stones. She’s always doing that sort of thing. Protecting the city from the demons in her head. ~ William Ritter,

415:the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city. ~ Emily St John Mandel,

416:The city is not changing anything, ... increases in the cost of natural gas will be passed through to the customer. ~ Ruth Graham,

417:There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty. ~ Markus Zusak,

418:But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time ~ W H Auden,

419:In 30 minutes, at high noon, more than 200 civilians are killed. Zionism carries out a massacre in the city of Lydda. ~ Ari Shavit,

420:Iraqi forces are still in control of the city, and they are engaging in an attrition war with the enemy. ~ Mohammed Saeed al Sahaf,

421:My wife loved the sidewalks of the city, but one summer she wanted to leave them behind so she could come back to them. ~ Jac Jemc,

422:You live in the city and all the time there are signs telling you what to do and billboards trying to sell you something. ~ Banksy,

423:How is it possible to sayan unkind or irreverential word of Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world! ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,

424:It seems a lot of straight men need a word coach or a lawyer when it comes to discussing 'Sex and the City.' ~ Michael Patrick King,

425:It was already dark and the city was drifting like a bed of seaweed towards the lighted cafés of the upper town. ~ Lawrence Durrell,

426:I watch the white stars darken; the day comes and the white stars dim and lessen and the lights fade in the city. ~ H D,

427:I will rise now and go about the city in the streets and the broadways, I will seek him whom my soul loveth. ~ Songs of Songs III.2,

428:No foteball player be used or suffered within the City of London and the liberties thereof upon pain of imprisonment. ~ Elizabeth I,

429:Already, with the city behind them, New York didn't feel quite real. As if reality only existed where she existed. ~ Maryanne O Hara,

430:. . . Birmingham City Council was playing third time lucky with the design of the city's celebrated Victoria Square . . . ~ Tom Holt,

431:Here in the city the worst thing that can happen to a nation has happened: we are a people afraid of its youth. ~ Elizabeth Hardwick,

432:in fact what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind inside its teeming multitudes ~ Orhan Pamuk,

433:I think the fundamental apprehension is that the city's an organism of some form, rather than being governed from above. ~ Will Self,

434:One of the things you lost sight of when you lived in the city was the sense of how much power an individual had. ~ Banana Yoshimoto,

435:Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing. ~ Mitch Albom,

436:That which man builds man destroys, but the city of God is built by God and cannot be destroyed by man. AUGUSTINE ~ Charles W Colson,

437:The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground ~ Haruki Murakami,

438:We stayed because the city sounds like a war, and you can’t leave a war once you’ve been, you can only keep it at bay ~ Tommy Orange,

439:A lot of guys I know loved Sex and the City. They’ll take it to their grave, but they watched every episode of it. ~ Allison Williams,

440:everyone there. We drove a little farther through the city, and the driver told me about his life and the people he loved. ~ Bob Goff,

441:In New York, unlike Holland, there are newspaper stands on every corner. That was a big headline all over the city. ~ Ari Marcopoulos,

442:There are two places in the world where men can most effectively disappear - the city of London and the South Seas. ~ Herman Melville,

443:There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty. ~ Markus Zusak,

444:We are always looking for a small number of very evil needles in a very large haystack, which is the city of London. ~ Charles Clarke,

445:You can look at a hundred pictures and a dozen maps, but unless you’ve been to the city and felt its pulse, you really ~ Chris Colfer,

446:...and they sat together, side by side, watching the stars appear and the lights of the city multiply in the distance. ~ Leigh Bardugo,

447:Des Moines is like your typical American city; it's just these concentric circles of malls, built outward from the city. ~ Bill Bryson,

448:I love San Francisco, and it offers spectacular scenery of the city, and it adds to the uplifting quality of the movie. ~ Tommy Wiseau,

449:In the thousand years since its foundation, the city had never been taken by force, though twice it had been seduced. ~ Daniel Abraham,

450:New York may be the city that never sleeps, but Shanghai doesn't even sit down, and not just because there is no room. ~ Patricia Marx,

451:The economy is in trouble, schools are in trouble, and people have been leaving the city in droves for a long, long time. ~ Drew Carey,

452:there was something about a Friday night in the city with no plans that made you feel like … well, like a bit of a loser. ~ Jojo Moyes,

453:Urban life itself acts as a giant particle accelerator. When people move to the city, they start to do everything faster. ~ Carl Honor,

454:Balance sheets bore me. I suspect if figures had excited me I would have gone into the city and now be a lot wealthier. ~ Anne Robinson,

455:He ran most of the organized crime in the city: five gambling joints, three whorehouses, and both political parties. ~ Christopher Bunn,

456:The City. Can't you hear it? People. Machines. Even thoughts so thick your bones feel it and your ear almost catches it. ~ Barry Eisler,

457:The city had laid miles and miles of streets and sewers through regions where perhaps one solitary house stood out alone, ~ Erik Larson,

458:The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters. ~ Guillermo del Toro,

459:They stand close for a while, not touching, but breathing each other's breath. The city is silent now, as if for peace. ~ Helen Dunmore,

460:Guys like you can't escape the city. Hell, you a got a blood contract with this place. You're married to the old girl. ~ Mickey Spillane,

461:I at once ordered a secret search within the city, for every Martian noble maintains a secret service of his own. ~ Edgar Rice Burroughs,

462:I’d chosen my profession because it meant I could move anywhere; no matter the city, science and math teachers were needed. ~ Penny Reid,

463:It's certainly easy to meditate on top of a mountain, but one should be also able to meditate in the heart of the city. ~ Frederick Lenz,

464:The smell of death was thick in the city of Vārāṇasī. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs. ~ Sh saku End,

465:Zuckerberg wants to take us back to the dorm room where we all know each other. I don't want to, I want to go to the city. ~ Andrew Keen,

466:Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone. ~ Erica Jong,

467:He worked like hell in the country so he could live in the city, where he worked like hell so he could live in the country. ~ Don Marquis,

468:I like the idea of songs sung by those without big voices. You know, small birdsongs that rise above the noise of the city. ~ Kyo Maclear,

469:I was Mayor of New York during a great Yankees dynasty. I got to preside over the city during four Yankees championships. ~ Rudy Giuliani,

470:Not only does the proportion of the poor increase with the growth of the city, but their condition becomes more wretched. ~ Josiah Strong,

471:The city does not consist of this, but of relationships between the measurements of its space and the events of its past: ~ Italo Calvino,

472:The city of Strasbourg alone savagely slew 16,000 of its Jewish residents, blaming them for spreading the Black Death.10 ~ Laurie Garrett,

473:The crowd that paid homage to Jesus at the gateway to the city was not the same crowd that later demanded his crucifixion. ~ Benedict XVI,

474:The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs. ~ Shusaku Endo,

475:included, amidst a snowfall of more than a foot in a city with only a few snowplows available. By nightfall, the city of ~ Nicholas Sparks,

476:I think each book has its own way of accommodating my concerns, whether it's about race, America, technology, the city. ~ Colson Whitehead,

477:It's the story of an ancient dragon that is misplaced in time, and wakes up underneath the city of Boston in modern day. ~ Chris Philbrook,

478:She stood at the window, her arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame, it was as if she held a piece of the city. ~ Ayn Rand,

479:a pocket full of spare change and anger unlimited, what more does a 30-year-old innocent need to make his way in the city? ~ Thomas Pynchon,

480:Certain districts are rich in iron ores, its iron production gave its name to the city of Ilorin, from Ilo irin, iron grinding, ~ Anonymous,

481:During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland ~ Jules Verne,

482:Every city has a village in its heart. You will never understand the city, unless you first understand the village. ~ Gregory David Roberts,

483:Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

484:Washington—the city with the largest per capita population of pompous, self-absorbed horse’s asses in these United States. ~ Marie Bostwick,

485:Before noon, they would be back in the city, the night's events like a dream. No, she though, too real for that. A memory. ~ Lindsay Buroker,

486:I am not certain whether I ever believed in the City of the Immortals; I think the task of finding it was enough for me. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,

487:If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say. ~ Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib,

488:Not only is my wardrobe totally average, my body's totally average. I love all the candy-fantasy fulfillment of Sex and the City. ~ Tina Fey,

489:One cannot completely avoid this landmark character with large buildings such as these. But the city itself is also gigantic. ~ Rem Koolhaas,

490:With modelling, you go somewhere for 24 hours and you don't even see the city, you don't talk to people or see the culture. ~ Olga Kurylenko,

491:Without education and understanding, the barbarians would have outnumbered us and swarmed the city gates a long time ago. ~ Peter F Hamilton,

492:And it came to pass that Limhi and his people returned to the city of Nephi, and began to dwell in the land again in peace. ~ Joseph Smith Jr,

493:Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

494:I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning. ~ Chris Kattan,

495:I didn't have a stage mom at all. I was the one who planned out my auditions and drove myself an hour and a half into the city. ~ Nina Dobrev,

496:In February 1859, after military rule ended in Delhi, the city was formally ceded to Punjab, becoming one of its districts. ~ Rajmohan Gandhi,

497:In some parts of the city, curiosity didn't just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet. ~ Terry Pratchett,

498:I really don't like the city anymore. You get pushed and harassed and people grope you. It's too tumultuous. It's too crazy. ~ Maurice Sendak,

499:I rode a streetcar to the edge of the city limits, then I started to walk, swinging the old thumb whenever I saw a car coming. ~ Jim Thompson,

500:The city still has working phone booths?’ ‘It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I’m in serious trouble. ~ Kate Morton,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)

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   1 Philosophy
   1 Occultism
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Christianity


   5 The Mother
   4 Sri Aurobindo
   2 Sri Ramakrishna
   2 Jorge Luis Borges
   2 Jorge Luis Borges


   7 The Divine Comedy
   7 The Bible
   6 Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   5 The Mothers Agenda
   3 Words Of Long Ago
   3 Hymns to the Mystic Fire
   2 Walden
   2 The Life Divine
   2 The Interior Castle or The Mansions
   2 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Savitri
   2 Liber ABA
   2 Essays Divine And Human
   2 Collected Poems
   2 Book of Certitude
   2 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah

01.04_-_The_Secret_Knowledge, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   He goes or, armed with her fiat, to discover   A new mind and body in the City of God   And enshrine the Immortal in his glory's house

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Till through the shining gates and mystic streets   Of the City of lapis lazuli and pearl   Proud deeds step forth, a rank and march of gods.

1.00_-_Gospel, #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      Sri Ramakrishna, the God-man of modern India, was born at Kmrpukur. This village in the Hooghly District preserved during the last century the idyllic simplicity of the rural areas of Bengl. Situated far from the railway, it was untouched by the glamour of the City. It contained rice-fields, tall palms, royal banyans, a few lakes, and two cremation grounds. South of the village a stream took its leisurely course. A mango orchard dedicated by a neighbouring zamindr to the public use was frequented by the boys for their noonday sports. A highway passed through the village to the great temple of Jagannth at Puri, and the villagers, most of whom were farmers and craftsmen, entertained many passing holy men and pilgrims. The dull round of the rural life was broken by lively festivals, the observance of sacred days, religious singing, and other innocent pleasures.      --      The party entered holy Banras by boat along the Ganges. When Sri Ramakrishna's eyes fell on this city of iva, where had accumulated for ages the devotion and piety of countless worshippers, he saw it to be made of gold, as the scriptures declare. He was visibly moved. During his stay in the City he treated every particle of its earth with utmost respect. At the Manikarnik Ght, the great cremation ground of the City, he actually saw iva, with ash-covered body and tawny matted hair, serenely approaching each funeral pyre and breathing into the ears of the corpses the mantra of liberation; and then the Divine Mother removing from the dead their bonds. Thus he realized the significance of the scriptural statement that anyone dying in Banras attains salvation through the grace of iva. He paid a visit to Trailanga Swmi, the celebrated monk, whom he later declared to be a real paramahamsa, a veritable image of iva.

1.00_-_Main, #Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i      It is forbidden you to transport the body of the deceased a greater distance than one hour's journey from the City; rather should it be interred, with radiance and serenity, in a nearby place.

1.01_-_Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy      I dug my cellar in the side of a hill sloping to the south, where a woodchuck had formerly dug his burrow, down through sumach and blackberry roots, and the lowest stain of vegetation, six feet square by seven deep, to a fine sand where potatoes would not freeze in any winter. The sides were left shelving, and not stoned; but the sun having never shone on them, the sand still keeps its place. It was but two hours work. I took particular pleasure in this breaking of ground, for in almost all latitudes men dig into the earth for an equable temperature. Under the most splendid house in the City is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth. The house is still but a sort of porch at the entrance of a burrow.      --      For more than five years I maintained myself thus solely by the labor of my hands, and I found, that by working about six weeks in a year, I could meet all the expenses of living. The whole of my winters, as well as most of my summers, I had free and clear for study. I have thoroughly tried school-keeping, and found that my expenses were in proportion, or rather out of proportion, to my income, for I was obliged to dress and train, not to say think and believe, accordingly, and I lost my time into the bargain. As I did not teach for the good of my fellow-men, but simply for a livelihood, this was a failure. I have tried trade; but I found that it would take ten years to get under way in that, and that then I should probably be on my way to the devil. I was actually afraid that I might by that time be doing what is called a good business. When formerly I was looking about to see what I could do for a living, some sad experience in conforming to the wishes of friends being fresh in my mind to tax my ingenuity, I thought often and seriously of picking huckleberries; that surely I could do, and its small profits might suffice,for my greatest skill has been to want but little,so little capital it required, so little distraction from my wonted moods, I foolishly thought. While my acquaintances went unhesitatingly into trade or the professions, I contemplated this occupation as most like theirs; ranging the hills all summer to pick the berries which came in my way, and thereafter carelessly dispose of them; so, to keep the flocks of Admetus. I also dreamed that I might gather the wild herbs, or carry evergreens to such villagers as loved to be reminded of the woods, even to the City, by hay-cart loads. But I have since learned that trade curses everything it handles; and though you trade in messages from heaven, the whole curse of trade attaches to the business.

1.01_-_Introduction, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various   Introduction   Thus have I heard. Once the Buddha was staying in the City of Rjagha, on the mountain called Gdhraka, together with a great assembly of twelve thousand monks, all of whom were arhats whose corruption was at an end, who were free from the confusion of desire, who had achieved their own goals, shattered the bonds of existence, and attained complete mental discipline. Their names were jtakauinya, Mahkyapa, Uruvilvakyapa,   Gaykyapa, Nadkyapa, riputra, Mahmaudgalyyana, Mahktyyana, Aniruddha, Kapphia, Gavpati, Revata, Pilindavatsa, Bakkula,

1.02_-_On_the_Service_of_the_Soul, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #C. G. Jung, #Psychology   67. Christ was tempted by the devil for forty days in the desert (Luke 4:1-13)   68. Matthew 21:18-20 : Now in the morning as he returned into the City, he hungered. And when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only, and said unto it, Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever. And presently the fig tree withered away. And when the disciples saw it, they marveled, saying, How soon is the fig tree withered away! In 1944 Jung wrote: "The ChristianmyChristianknows no curse formulas; indeed he does not even sanction the cursing of the innocent fig-tree by the rabbi Jesus (Why I have not adopted the Catholic truth? CW 18, 1468).

1.02_-_The_Human_Soul, #The Interior Castle or The Mansions, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity      5.: This is what we must dread and pray God to deliver us from, for we are weakness itself, and unless He guards the City, in vain shall we labour to defend it.20' The person of whom I spoke21' said that she had learnt two things from the vision granted her. The first was, a great fear of offending God; seeing how terrible were the consequences, she constantly begged Him to preserve her from falling into sin. Secondly, it was a mirror to teach her humility, for she saw that nothing good in us springs from ourselves but comes from the waters of grace near which the soul remains like a tree planted beside a river, and from that Sun which gives life to our works. She realized this so vividly that on seeing any good deed performed by herself or by other people she at once turned to God as to its fountain head-without whose help she knew well we can do nothing-and broke out into songs of praise to Him. Generally she forgot all about herself and only thought of God when she did any meritorious action.

1.03_-_Hymns_of_Gritsamada, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga     7. O Fire, to one who makes ready and sufficient his works thou art the giver of the treasure; thou art divine Savitri and a founder of the ecstasy. O Master of man, thou art Bhaga and hast power for the riches; thou art the guardian in the house for one who worships thee with his works.       3 Or, the Goddess tenant of the City.

1.03_-_Questions_and_Answers, #Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i      ANSWER: Since God, exalted be His glory, doth not favour divorce, nothing was revealed on this issue. However, from the beginning of the separation until the end of one year, two people or more must remain informed as witnesses; if, by the end, there is no reconciliation, divorce taketh place. This must be recorded in the registry by the religious judicial officer of the City appointed by the Trustees of the House of Justice. Observance of this procedure is essential lest those that are possessed of an understanding heart be saddened.

1.03_-_The_Gate_of_Hell._The_Inefficient_or_Indifferent._Pope_Celestine_V._The_Shores_of_Acheron._Charon._The, #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   Earthquake and the Swoon.     "Through me the way is to the City dolent;     Through me the way is to eternal dole;

1.03_-_The_Manner_of_Imitation., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Philosophy      These, then, as we said at the beginning, are the three differences which distinguish artistic imitation,--the medium, the objects, and the manner. So that from one point of view, Sophocles is an imitator of the same kind as Homer--for both imitate higher types of character; from another point of view, of the same kind as Aristophanes--for both imitate persons acting and doing. Hence, some say, the name of 'drama' is given to such poems, as representing action. For the same reason the Dorians claim the invention both of Tragedy and Comedy. The claim to Comedy is put forward by the Megarians,--not only by those of Greece proper, who allege that it originated under their democracy, but also by the Megarians of Sicily, for the poet Epicharmus, who is much earlier than Chionides and Magnes, belonged to that country. Tragedy too is claimed by certain Dorians of the Peloponnese. In each case they appeal to the evidence of language. The outlying villages, they say, are by them called {kappa omega mu alpha iota}, by the Athenians {delta eta mu iota}: and they assume that Comedians were so named not from {kappa omega mu 'alpha zeta epsilon iota nu}, 'to revel,' but because they wandered from village to village (kappa alpha tau alpha / kappa omega mu alpha sigma), being excluded contemptuously from the City. They add also that the Dorian word for 'doing' is {delta rho alpha nu}, and the Athenian, {pi rho alpha tau tau epsilon iota nu}.

1.03_-_The_Tale_of_the_Alchemist_Who_Sold_His_Soul, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      Now there was still The Wheel of Fortune to interpret, one of the most complicated images in the whole tarot game. It could mean simply that fortune had turned in Faust's direction, but this explanation seemed too obvious for the alchemist's narrative style, always elliptical and allusive. On the other hand, it was legitimate to suppose that our doctor, having got possession of the diabolical secret, conceived a monstrous plan: to change into gold all that was changeable. The wheel of the Tenth Arcanum would then literally mean the toiling gears of the Great Gold Mill, the gigantic mechanism which would raise up the Metropolis of Precious Metal; and the human forms of various ages seen pushing the wheel or rotating with it were there to indicate the crowds of men who eagerly lent a hand to the project and dedicated the years of their lives to turning those wheels day and night. This interpretation failed to take into account all the details of the miniature (for example, the animalesque ears and tails that adorned some of the revolving human figures), but it was a basis for interpreting the following cards of cups and coins as the Kingdom of Abundance in which the City of Gold's inhabitants wallowed. (The rows of yellow circles perhaps evoked the gleaming domes of golden skyscrapers that flanked the streets of the Metropolis.)   But when would the established price be collected by the Cloven Contracting Party? The story's two final cards were already on the table, placed there by the first narrator: the Two of Swords and Temperance. At the gates of the City of Gold armed guards blocked the way to anyone who wished to enter, to prevent access to the Cloven-hooved Collector, no matter in what guise he might turn up. And even if a simple maiden, like the one in the last card, were to approach, the guards made her halt.      --   (In The Wheel of Fortune, if you looked carefully, the bestial metamorphoses seemed perhaps only the first step in a regression of the human to the vegetable and mineral.)   "Are you afraid our souls will fall into the Devil's hands?" those of the City must have asked.

1.04_-_Sounds, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy      Here come your groceries, country; your rations, countrymen! Nor is there any man so independent on his farm that he can say them nay. And heres your pay for them! screams the countrymans whistle; timber like long battering rams going twenty miles an hour against the Citys walls, and chairs enough to seat all the weary and heavy laden that dwell within them. With such huge and lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the City. All the Indian huckleberry hills are stripped, all the cranberry meadows are raked into the City. Up comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that writes them.

1.04_-_The_Crossing_of_the_First_Threshold, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology   for the men. The weakened men lay down here and there and   went to sleep. At midnight the ogres approached from the City of   ogres, slew the oxen and men, every one, devoured their flesh,   --   weapons that his teacher gave him, bowed, and, armed with the   new weapons, struck out onto the road leading to the City of his   father, the king. On the way he came to a certain forest. People

1.04_-_To_the_Priest_of_Rytan-ji, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #Hakuin Ekaku, #Zen      Rytan-ji was a large and important Rinzai temple located at Iinoya village in Ttmi Province (now incorporated into the City of Ha-mamatsu in present-day Shizuoka Prefecture). It would have been about an eighty-mile trip west from Shin-ji in Hara village, traveling along the Tkaid Road. The   Rytan-ji abbot at the time was Dokus Hun (n.d.), about whom little is known. Senior Monk Zents

1.05_-_Hymns_of_Bharadwaja, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga        7. Now art thou here in men, one to be aspired to and a beloved guest; for thou art like one delightful and adorable in the City and as if our son and a traveller of the triple world.

1.05_-_The_Second_Circle_The_Wanton._Minos._The_Infernal_Hurricane._Francesca_da_Rimini., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   While silent is the wind, as it is now.   Sitteth the City, wherein I was born,   Upon the sea-shore where the Po descends

1.07_-_The_Literal_Qabalah_(continued), #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   Spiritual Sun ; the flaming garment of a God or a group of   Gods of whose nature we are part and parcel, and from whose life we may not be separated, just as the cells which consti- tute our own organism are bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh, and soul of our soul. As one of the magical rituals - adapted from the Egyptian Book of the Dead - expresses it : "I am the Eidolon of my father Tmu, Lord of the City of the Sun

1.08_-_Phlegyas._Philippo_Argenti._The_Gate_of_the_City_of_Dis., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   object:1.08 - Phlegyas. Philippo Argenti. The Gate of the City of Dis.   I say, continuing, that long before   --   And the good Master said: "Even now, my Son,   the City draweth near whose name is Dis,   With the grave citizens, with the great throng."   --   Passing across the circles without escort,   One by whose means the City shall be opened."   36

1.08_-_The_Ladder, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   The paradox, too, is that in Binah Truth is obtained, but alas, there is now no separate personal entity to enjoy that   Truth. The Adept that was, the separate Buach, the glorious and developed personality, has been forever dis- solved into that ineffable Great Sea, the Nirvanic Pleroma of the Mother- the Celestial City, the City of the Pyramids under the Night of Pan. As a self-conscious entity he has merged all that made him such into the universal stream of consciousness, and identified himself with the divine   Shechinah, that inner existence of grace common to the totality of mankind. Or, as other mystics would say, he has poured forth his every drop of blood into the golden

1.09_-_The_Furies_and_Medusa._The_Angel._The_City_of_Dis._The_Sixth_Circle_Heresiarchs., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   object:1.09 - The Furies and Medusa. The Angel. the City of Dis. The Sixth Circle Heresiarchs.   That hue which cowardice brought out on me,   --   This fen, which a prodigious stench exhales,   Encompasses about the City dolent,   Where now we cannot enter without anger."   --   Than that of him who in his presence is;   And we our feet directed tow'rds the City,   After those holy words all confident.

1.10_-_Farinata_and_Cavalcante_de'_Cavalcanti._Discourse_on_the_Knowledge_of_the_Damned., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   Now onward goes, along a narrow path   Between the torments and the City wall,   My Master, and I follow at his back.   --   Nor only now hast thou thereto disposed me."   "O Tuscan, thou who through the City of fire   Goest alive, thus speaking modestly,

1.20_-_The_Fourth_Bolgia_Soothsayers._Amphiaraus,_Tiresias,_Aruns,_Manto,_Eryphylus,_Michael_Scott,_Guido_Bonatti,_and_Asdente._Virgil_reproaches_Dante's_Pity., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   After her father had from life departed,   And the City of Bacchus had become enslaved,   She a long season wandered through the world.

1.24_-_On_Beauty, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      At night the watchmen of the City say,   Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

1.27_-_Guido_da_Montefeltro._His_deception_by_Pope_Boniface_VIII., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   So that she covers Cervia with her vans.   the City which once made the long resistance,   And of the French a sanguinary heap,

1.439, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   Talk 585.   Sri Bhagavan said that this town is peculiar in that there are nine roads leading to it, not counting the railroad; navadware pure dehe (in the body - the City of nine gates).

1.550_-_1.600_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism      Sri Bhagavan said that this town is peculiar in that there are nine roads leading to it, not counting the railroad; navadware pure dehe (in the body - the City of nine gates).

2.01_-_2.09_-_MASTER_AND_DISCIPLE, #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      DEVOTEE: "Yes, sir. The other day I dreamt a strange dream. I saw the whole world enveloped in water. There was water on all sides. A few boats were visible, but suddenly huge waves appeared and sank them. I was about to board a ship with a few others, when we saw a brahmin walking over that expanse of water. I asked him, 'How can you walk over the deep?' The brahmin said with a smile: 'Oh, there is no difficulty about that. There is a bridge under the water.' I said to him, 'Where are you going?' 'To Bhawanipur, the City of the Divine Mother', he replied. 'Wait a little', I cried. 'I shall accompany you.' "      --      The carriage drove through the European quarter of the City. The Master enjoyed the sight of the beautiful mansions on both sides of the well lighted streets. Suddenly he said: "I am thirsty. What's to be done?" Nandalal, Keshab's nephew, stopped the carriage before the India Club and went upstairs to get some water. The Master inquired whether the glass had been well washed. On being assured that it had been, he drank the water.      --      Narendra, who lived in that quarter of the City, was sent for. In the mean time Sri Ramakrishna and the devotees were invited to the drawing-room upstairs. The floor of the room was covered with a carpet and a white sheet. A few cushions were lying about. On the wall hung an oil painting especially painted for Surendra, in which Sri Ramakrishna was pointing out to Keshab the harmony of Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, and other religions. On seeing the picture Keshab had once said, "Blessed is the man who conceived the idea."

2.03_-_Karmayogin_A_Commentary_on_the_Isha_Upanishad, #Isha Upanishad, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   you see daily, with whom you talk & pass your life. In the roar   of the City you can find Him and in the quiet of the village, He   is there. You may go to the mountains for a while, if the din of

2.05_-_Apotheosis, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology   history so bountifully illustrate. Instead of clearing his own heart   the zealot tries to clear the world. The laws of the City of God   are applied only to his in-group (tribe, church, nation, class, or   --      Amid the City of Illusoriness of the Six World-Planes   The chief factor is the sin and obscuration born of evil works;

2.05_-_The_Tale_of_the_Vampires_Kingdom, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      The King is an optimist by vocation: in his realm everything proceeds for the best, Coins circulate and are well invested, Cups of abundance are offered to the festive thirst of a prodigal custom, the Wheel of the great mechanism turns by its own power day and night, and there is a Justice stern and rational like that seen in its card with the set expression of a clerk behind her window. the City he has constructed is many-faceted like a crystal, or like the Ace of Cups, pierced by the cheese grater of the skyscrapers' windows, the pulleys of the elevators, auto-coronated by the superhighways, with lots of parking space, burrowed by the luminous anthill of the underground lines, a city whose spires dominate the clouds and whose miasmas' dark wings are buried in the bowels of the earth so as not to dull the view of the great panes of glass and the chromed metals.

2.07_-_I_Also_Try_to_Tell_My_Tale, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   In this case the man who writes can only try to follow an unattainable model: the Marquis so diabolical as to be called divine, who impelled the word to explore the black frontiers of the thinkable. (And the story we should try to read in these tarots will be that of the two sisters who could be the Queen of Cups and the Queen of Swords, one angelic and the other perverse. In the convent where the former has taken the veil, as soon as she turns around a Hermit flings her down and takes advantage of her charms from behind; when she complains, the Abbess, or Popess, says: "You do not know the world, Justine: the power of money (coins) and of the sword chiefly enjoys making objects of other human beings; the varieties of pleasure have no limits, like the combinations of conditioned reflexes; it is all a matter of deciding who is to condition the reflexes. Your sister Juliette can initiate you into the promiscuous secrets of Love; from her you can learn that there are those who enjoy turning the Wheel of tortures and those who enjoy being Hanged by their feet.")   All this is like a dream which the word bears within itself and which, passing through him who writes, is freed and frees him. In writing, what speaks is what is repressed. And then the white-bearded Pope could be the great shepherd of souls and interpreter of dreams Sigismund of Vindobona, and for confirmation, the only thing is to see if somewhere in the rectangle of tarots it is possible to read that story which, according to the teachings of his doctrine, is hidden in the warp of all stories. You take a young man, Page of Coins, who wants to drive from himself a dark prophecy: patricide and marriage to his own mother. You send him off at random on a richly adorned Chariot. The Two of Clubs marks a crossroads on the dusty highway, or, rather, it is the crossroads, and he who has been there can recognize the place where the road that comes from Corinth crosses the one that leads to Thebes. The Ace of Clubs reports a street-or, rather, road-brawl, when two chariots refuse to give way and remain with the axles of their wheels locked, and the drivers leap to the ground enraged and dusty, shouting exactly like truckdrivers, insulting each other, calling each other's father and mother pig and cow, and if one draws a knife from his pocket, the consequences are likely to be fatal. In fact, here there is the Ace of Swords, there is The Fool, there is Death: it is the stranger, the one coming from Thebes, who is left on the ground; that will teach him to control his nerves; you, Oedipus, did not do it on purpose, we know that; it was temporary insanity; but meanwhile you had flung yourself on him, armed, as if all your life you had been waiting for nothing else. Among the next cards there is The Wheel of Fortune, or Sphinx, there is the entrance into Thebes like a triumphant Emperor, there are the cups of the feast of the wedding with Queen Jocasta, whom we see here portrayed as the Queen of Coins, in widow's weeds, a desirable if mature woman. But the prophecy is fulfilled: the plague infests Thebes, a cloud of germs falls on the City, floods the streets and the houses with miasmas, bodies erupt in red and blue buboes and drop like flies in the streets, lapping the water of the muddy puddles with parched lips. In these cases the only thing to do is consult the Delphic Sibyl, asking her to explain what laws or taboos have been violated: the old woman with the tiara and the open book, tagged with the strange epithet of Popess, is she. If you like, in the Arcanum called Judgment or The Angel you can recognize the primal scene to which the Sigismundian doctrine of dreams harks back: the tender little angel who wakes at night and among the clouds of sleep sees the grownups doing something, he does not know what, all naked and in incomprehensible positions, Mummy and Daddy and other guests. In the dream fate speaks. We can only make note of it. Oedipus, who knew nothing about it, tears out the light of his eyes: literally, the Hermit tarot shows him as he takes a light from his eyes, and sets off on the road to Colonus with the pilgrim's cloak and staff.      --      But remember we are not in the desert, in the jungle, on Crusoe's island: the City is only a step away. The paintings of hermits, almost always, have a city in the background. An engraving by Drer is completely occupied by the City, a low pyramid carved with squared towers and peaked roofs; the saint, flattened against a hillock in the foreground, has his back to the City and does not take his eyes off his book, beneath his monk's hood. In Rembrandt's drypoint the high city dominates the lion, who turns his muzzle around, and the saint below, reading blissfully in the shadow of a walnut tree, under a broad-brimmed hat. At evening the hermits see the lights come on at the windows; the wind bears, in gusts, the music of festivities. In a quarter of an hour, if they chose, they could be back among other people. The hermit's strength is measured not by how far away he has gone to live, but by the scant distance he requires to detach himself from the City, without ever losing sight of it.      --      Or its restlessness: Saint Augustine, in Botticelli (Uffizi), begins to grow nervous, crumples page after page and throws them on the ground beneath the desk. Also in the study where there reigns meditative serenity, concentration, ease (I am still looking at the Carpaccio), a high-tension current passes: the scattered books left open turn their pages on their own, the hanging sphere sways, the light falls obliquely through the window, the dog raises his nose. Within the interior space there hovers the announcement of an earthquake: the harmonious intellectual geometry grazes the borderline of paranoid obsession. Or is it the explosions outside that shake the windows? As only the City gives a meaning to the bleak landscape of the hermit, so the study, with its silence and its order, is simply the place where the oscillations of the seismographs are recorded.      --   In any case, Saint George performs his feat before our eyes, always closed in his breastplate, revealing nothing of himself: psychology is no use to the man of action. If anything, we could say psychology is all on the dragon's side, with his angry writhings: the enemy, the monster, the defeated have a pathos that the victorious hero never dreams of possessing (or takes care not to show). It is a short step from this to saying that the dragon is psychology: indeed, he is the psyche, he is the dark background of himself that Saint George confronts, an enemy who has already massacred many youths and maidens, an internal enemy who becomes an object of loathsome alien-ness. Is it the story of an energy projected into the world, or is it the diary of an introversion?   Other paintings depict the next stage (the slaughtered dragon is a stain on the ground, a deflated container), and reconciliation with nature is celebrated, as trees and rocks grow to occupy the whole picture, relegating to a corner the little figures of the warrior and the monster (Altdorfer, Munich; Giorgione, London); or else it is the festivity of regenerated society around the hero and the princess (Pisanello, Verona; and Carpaccio, in the later pictures of the Schiavoni cycle). (Pathetic implicit meaning: the hero being a saint, there will not be a wedding but a baptism.) Saint George leads the dragon on a leash into the square to execute him in a public ceremony. But in all this festivity of the City freed from a nightmare, there is no one who smiles: every face is grave. Trumpets sound and drums roll, we have come to witness capital punishment, Saint George's sword is suspended in the air, we are all holding our breath, on the point of understanding that the dragon is not only the enemy, the outsider, the other, but is us, a part of ourselves that we must judge.      Along the walls of San Giorgio degli Schiavoni, in Venice, the stories of Saint George and Saint Jerome follow one another, as if they were a single story. And perhaps they really are one story, the life of the same man: youth, maturity, old age, and death. I have only to find the thread that links the chivalrous enterprise with the conquest of wisdom. But just now, had I not managed to turn Saint Jerome toward the outside and Saint George toward the inside?   Let us stop and think. If you consider carefully, the element common to both stories is the relationship with a fierce animal, the dragon-enemy or the lion-friend. The dragon menaces the City; the lion, solitude. We can consider them a single animal: the fierce beast we encounter both outside and inside ourselves, in public and in private. There is a guilty way of inhabiting the City: accepting the conditions of the fierce beast, giving him our children to eat. There is a guilty way of inhabiting solitude: believing we are serene because the fierce beast has been made harmless by a thorn in his paw. The hero of the story is he who in the City aims the point of his lance at the dragon's throat, and in solitude keeps the lion with him in all its strength, accepting it as guard and domestic genie, but without hiding from himself its animal nature.      So I have succeeded in coming to a conclusion, I can consider myself satisfied. But will I not have been too pontifical? I reread. Shall I tear it all up? Let us see. The first thing to be said is that the Saint George-Saint Jerome story is not one with a before and an after: we are in the center of a room with figures who present themselves to our view all together. The character in question either succeeds in being warrior and sage in everything he does and thinks, or he will be no one, and the same beast is at once dragon-enemy in the daily massacre of the City and lion-guard in the space of thoughts: and he does not allow himself to be confronted except in the two forms together.

2.07_-_The_Cup, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   32:Understanding is the structuralization of knowledge.   33:All impressions are disconnected, as the Babe of the Abyss is so terribly aware; and the Master of the Temple must sit for 106 seasons in the City of the Pyramids because this coordination is a tremendous task.   34:There is nothing particularly occult in this doctrine concerning knowledge and understanding.   --   87:It abhors limitation, either in its intensity or its scope. And this is the dew of the stars of which it is spoken in the Holy Books, for NUIT the Lady of the Stars is called "the Continuous One of Heaven," and it is that Dew which bathes the body of the Adept "in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat." footnote: See Liber Legis. Equinox VII. {{SIC to the quote, correctly: ".. bathing his whole body in a sweetsmelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let ...   88:In this cup, therefore, though all things are placed, by virtue of this dew all lose their identity. And therefore this Cup is in the hand of BABALON, the Lady of the City of the Pyramids, wherein no one can be distinguished from any other, wherein no one may sit until he has lost his name.   89:Of that which is in the Cup it is also said that it is wine. This is the Cup of Intoxication. Intoxication means poisoning, and in particular refers to the poison in which arrows are dipped (Greek WEH: here in Greek letters: tau-omicron-xi-omicron-nu, "a bow"). Think of the Vision of the Arrow in Liber 418, and look at the passages in the Holy Books which speak of the action of the spirit under the figure of a deadly poison.

2.07_-_The_Knowledge_and_the_Ignorance, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   503    featureless Absolute; if the soul or mind of the illusion-driven individual has dreamed of a divine realisation in this ephemeral world of the Ignorance, it must in the end recognise its mistake and renounce its vain endeavour. But still, since there are these two sides of existence, the ignorance of Nature and the light of the Spirit, and since there is behind them the One Reality, the reconciliation or at any rate the bridging of the gulf forecast in the mystic parables of the Veda ought to be possible. It is a keen sense of this possibility which has taken different shapes and persisted through the centuries, - the perfectibility of man, the perfectibility of society, the Alwar's vision of the descent of Vishnu and the Gods upon earth, the reign of the saints, sadhunam rajyam, the City of God, the millennium, the new heaven and earth of the Apocalypse. But these intuitions have lacked a basis of assured knowledge and the mind of man has remained swinging between a bright future hope and a grey present certitude. But the grey certitude is not so certain as it looks and a divine life evolving or preparing in earth Nature need not be a chimera. All acceptations of our defeat or our limitation start from the implied or explicit recognition, first, of an essential dualism and, then, of an irreconcilable opposition between the dual principles, between the Conscient and the   Inconscient, between Heaven and Earth, between God and the

2.08_-_The_Sword, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      But there is a subsequent task, of which it is spoken-Liber VII, v, 47. "He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the stroke." In the throat is Dath-the throne of Ruach. Dath is Knowledge. This final destruction of Knowledge opens the gate of the City of the Pyramids.

2.10_-_2.19_-_THE_MASTER_WITH_THE_BRAHMO_DEVOTEES_(II), #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      MASTER: "You are like the holy man who went about the City after first finding a lodging. You are a sweet person and express many sweet ideas."      --      "Let me tell you a parable: Once two holy men, in the course of their wanderings, entered a city. One of them, with wondering eyes and mouth agape, was looking at the marketplace, the stalls, and the buildings, when he met his companion. The latter said: 'You seem to be filled with wonder at the City. Where is your baggage?' He replied: 'First of all I found a room. I put my things in it, locked the door, and felt totally relieved.      Now I am going about the City enjoying all the fun.'

2.19_-_Out_of_the_Sevenfold_Ignorance_towards_the_Sevenfold_Knowledge, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   He found the vast Thought with seven heads that is born of the Truth; he created some fourth world and became universal. . . .   The Sons of Heaven, the Heroes of the Omnipotent, thinking the straight thought, giving voice to the Truth, founded the plane of illumination and conceived the first abode of the Sacrifice. . . . The Master of Wisdom cast down the stone defences and called to the Herds of Light, . . . the herds that stand in the secrecy on the bridge over the Falsehood between two worlds below and one above; desiring Light in the darkness, he brought upward the Ray-Herds and uncovered from the veil the three worlds; he shattered the City that lies hidden in ambush, and cut the three out of the Ocean, and discovered the Dawn and the Sun and the Light and the Word of Light. Rig Veda.2   The Master of Wisdom in his first coming to birth in the supreme ether of the great Light, - many his births, seven his mouths of the Word, seven his Rays, - scatters the darknesses with his cry. Rig Veda.3

2.30_-_2.39_-_THE_MASTER_IN_VARIOUS_MOODS, #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      MASTER: "The Sikhs, too, said that God was compassionate. I asked, 'How is He compassionate?' 'Why,' they answered, 'He has begotten us; He has created so many things for us; He has brought us up to be men; and He protects us from danger at every step.' Thereupon I said: 'After begetting us, God looks after us and feeds us. Is there much credit in that? Suppose a son is born to you. Do you expect a man from another part of the City to bring him up?' "      --      "Hanuman burnt down the golden city of Lanka. People were amazed that a mere monkey could burn the whole city. But then they said, 'The truth is that the City was burnt by the sighs of Sita and the wrath of Rma.'

2.40_-_2.49_-_THE_MASTER_AT_THE_HOUSES_OF_BALARM_AND_GIRISH, #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      "When I first attained this exalted state I could not worship Mother Kli or give Her the food offering. Haladhri and Hriday told me that on account of this the temple officer had slandered me. But I only laughed; I wasn't in the least angry. Attain Brahmajnana and then roam about enjoying God's lila. A holy man came to a town and went about seeing the sights. He met another sdhu, an acquaintance. The latter said: 'I see you are gadding about. Where is your baggage? I hope no thief has stolen it.' The first sdhu said: 'Not at all. First I found a lodging, put my things in the room in proper order, and locked the door. Now I am enjoying the fun of the City.' "(All laugh.) BHAVANTH: "These are very lofty words."      --      Master: "Well, there are so many youngsters in the City; why does this boy come here?      --      "A man said to his friend, 'Yesterday, as I was passing through a certain part of the City, I saw a house fall with a crash.' 'Wait', said the friend. 'Let me look it up in the newspaper.' But this incident wasn't mentioned in the paper. Thereupon the man said, 'But the paper doesn't mention it.' His friend replied, 'I saw it with my own eyes.' 'Be that as it may, said the man, 'I can't believe it as long as it isn't in the paper.'

2_-_Other_Hymns_to_Agni, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   SUKTA 10   1. As the lover of dawn he has reached to a wide strength shining, flaming out with his play of lightnings; the Bull pure and resplendent he shines on us, illumining with his light our thoughts he wakes our dawnings. 12 Or, to her who is the tenant of the City:      --   SUKTA 80     1. Fire gives to us the Horse that carries the plenitude, Fire gives the Hero who has the inspired hearing and stands firm in the work; Fire ranges through earth and heaven revealing all things, Fire gives the Woman, the tenant of the City,21 from whose womb is born the hero.

3.1.24_-_In_the_Moonlight, #Collected Poems, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Vision and vain imagination deemed,   the City of Delight, the Age of Gold.

4.03_-_Prayer_of_Quiet, #The Interior Castle or The Mansions, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity   2.: The King, Who holds His court within it, sees their good will, and out of His great mercy desires them to return to Him. Like a good Shepherd, He plays so sweetly on His pipe, that although scarcely hearing it they recognize His call and no longer wander, but return, like lost sheep, to the mansions. So strong is this Pastor's power over His flock, that they abandon the worldly cares which misled them and re-enter the castle.   3.: I think I never put this matter so clearly before. To seek God within ourselves avails us far more than to look for Him amongst creatures; Saint Augustine tells us how he found the Almighty within his own soul, after having long sought for Him elsewhere.28' This recollection helps us greatly when God bestows it upon us. But do not fancy you can gain it by thinking of God dwelling within you, or by imagining Him as present in your soul: this is a good practice and an excellent kind of meditation, for it is founded on the fact that God resides within us;29' it is not, however, the prayer of recollection, for by the divine assistance less labour in entering within oneself than in rising above oneself and therefore it appears to me that when the soul is ready and fit for either, you ought to do the former, because the other will follow without any effort, and will be all the more pure and spiritual; however, follow what course your soul prefers as this will bring you more grace and benefit,' (Tr. ix, ch, viii). Some editors of the Interior Castle think that St. Teresa refers to the following passage taken from the Confessions of St. Augustine: 'Too late have I loved Thee, O Beauty, ever ancient yet ever new! too late have I loved Thee! And behold, Thou wert within me and I abroad, and there I searched for Thee, and, deformed as I was, I pursued the beauties that Thou hast made. Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. Those things kept me far from Thee, which, unless they were in Thee, could have had no being' (St. Augustine's Confessions, bk. x, ch. xxvii.). The Confessions of St. Augustine were first translated into Spanish by Sebastian Toscano, a Portuguese Augustinian. This edition, which was published at Salamanca in 1554, was the one used by St. Teresa. St. Teresa quotes a passage which occurs in a pious book entitled Soliloquia, and erroneously attributed to St. Augustine: 'I have gone about the streets and the broad ways of the City of this world seeking Thee, but have not found Thee for I was wrong in seeking without for what was within.' (ch. xxxi.) This treatise which is also quoted by St. John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, stanza i. 7, Ascent of Mount Carmel, bk. i. ch. v. 1, appeared in a Spanish translation at Valladolid in 1515, at Medina del Campo in 1553, and at Toledo in 1565. every one can practise it, but what I mean is quite a different thing. Sometimes, before they have begun to think of God, the powers of the soul find themselves within the castle. I know not by what means they entered, nor how they heard the Shepherd's pipe; the ears perceived no sound but the soul is keenly conscious of a delicious sense of recollection experienced by those who enjoy this favour, which I cannot describe more clearly.   4.: I think I read somewhere30 that the soul is then like a tortoise or sea-urchin, which retreats into itself. Those who said this no doubt understood what they were talking about; but these creatures can withdraw into themselves at will, while here it is not in our power to retire into ourselves, unless God gives us the grace. In my opinion, His Majesty only bestows this favour on those who have renounced the world, in desire at least, if their state of life does not permit their doing so in fact. He thus specially calls them to devote themselves to spiritual things; if they allow Him power to at freely He will bestow still greater graces on those whom He thus begins calling to a higher life. Those who enjoy this recollection should thank God fervently: it is of the highest importance for them to realize the value of this favour, gratitude for which would prepare them to receive still more signal graces. Some books advise that as a preparation for hearing what our Lord may say to us we should keep our minds at rest, waiting to see what He will work in our souls.31' But unless His Majesty has begun to suspend our faculties, I cannot understand how we are to stop thinking, without doing ourselves more harm than good. This point has been much debated by those learned in spiritual matters; I confess my want of humility in having been unable to yield to their opinion.32

4.1_-_Jnana, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      170. Mahomed's mission was necessary, else we might have ended by thinking, in the exaggeration of our efforts at selfpurification, that earth was meant only for the monk and the City created as a vestibule for the desert.

4.3_-_Bhakti, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   500. Suffering makes us capable of the full force of the Master of Delight; it makes us capable also to bear the utter play of the   Master of Power. Pain is the key that opens the gates of strength; it is the high-road that leads to the City of beatitude.

5.1.01_-_Ilion, #Collected Poems, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      Heard mid the faint slow stirrings of life in the sleep of the City,   Rapid there neared a running of feet, and the cry of the summons   --   Measuring Fate with his thoughts in the troubled vasts of his spirit,   Back through the stir of the City returned to the house of his fathers,   Taming his mighty stride to the pace infirm of the Argive.   --      Under him silent the slumbering roofs of the City of Ilus   Dreamed in the light of the dawn; above watched the citadel, sleepless   --      Thrice to the City the doom-blast published its solemn alarum;   Blast of the trumpets that call to assembly clamoured through Troya   --   Surely the people of Troy are eunuchs who suffer Antenor   Rising unharmed in the agora. Are there not stones in the City?   Surely the steel grows dear in the land when a traitor can flourish."   --   Thou for our age keepst repose mid the love and the honour of kinsmen,   Silent our relics shall lie with the City guarding our ashes!   Earth who hast fostered our parents, earth who hast given us our offspring,   --   Then from the house of his fathers Aeneas rapidly striding   Came to the City echoing now with the wheels of the chariots,   Clanging with arms and astream with the warlike tramp of her thousands.   --   Whom didst thou slay of the Argives, son of Polydamas, venging   Bravely thy father?' Then must I say, 'I lurked in the City.      --   Forth from the halls of Antenor Aeneas rapidly striding   Passed once more through the City hurrying now with its car-wheels,   Filled with a mightier rumour of war and the march of its thousands,   --   She from her arming stayed to caress his curls and to chide him:   "Eurus, forgotten of grace, dost thou gad like a stray in the City   Eager to mix with the armoured men and the chariots gliding?   --   This was the ancient wrestling, this was the spirit of warfare   Fit for the demigods. Soon in the City of gold and of marble,   There where Ilus sat and Tros, where Laomedon triumphed,   --      Touch not the City Apollo built, where Poseidon has laboured.      --      Touch not the City Apollo built, where Poseidon has laboured,   Slay not the work of the gods and the glory the ages have lived for.   --   Cretan Idomeneus girt with the strength of his iron retainers   Slaying and burning will stride through the City of music and pleasure,   Babes of her blood borne high on the spears at the head of my column,   --   Agony long of a race at the mercy of iron invaders,   This she shall pay most, the City of pride, the insolent nation,   Pay with her temples charred and her golden mansions in ruins,

7.14_-_Modesty, #Words Of Long Ago, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga      He was very rich. He had a magnificent throne, his plates were of gold, and in his palace silver was as common as stones in the City of Jerusalem. Merchants were constantly bringing him gold, silver, ivory, peacocks, monkeys, beautiful clothes, armour,   257

7.15_-_The_Family, #Words Of Long Ago, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   * *   When Rama returned to the City of Ayodhya with his bride Sita of the lotus eyes, his brother Lakshman shared in the joy. Tents were set up for entertainments, the streets were planted with mango, betel-nut and banana-trees. The bazaars were bright with flowers and drapery; flags waved; drums rolled; all kinds of music played sweetly. People cheered, "Rama, Rama!" and   Rama's heart was happy.   --      One day a man from the City of Benares lost his way in the jungle and wandered in despair for seven days.      --   "My mother mourns for me."   So the King commanded his people to set the elephant free, and the great creature ran swiftly away from the City into the jungle; he drew water from a pool, hurried to the cave and showered his blind mother with the cool water.

7.16_-_Sympathy, #Words Of Long Ago, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga      As the king's messenger passed through one of the gates of the City, leading camels laden with Mahmud's costly gifts, a bier with the remains of the poet passed out of another gate, carrying them to the resting-place of the dead.      --   Just as kindness loves to share good knowledge, it also loves to share good news. For example, how great was Hanuman's joy when he could give joy to others. Listen:   Noble Bharata, Lord Rama's brother, waited fourteen years while Rama was in exile from the City of Ayodhya. Rama, the all-beautiful, wandered in the forest and knew the perils of war.

Aeneid, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   The Graduate Center   the City University of New York   June, 1970   --   You see a Punic country, men of Tyre,   the City of Agenor; but at the border   the Libyans liea tribe that swears by war.   --   press forward on their path. They climb a hill   that overhangs the City, looking down   upon the facing towers. Aeneas marvels   --   The eager men of Tyre work steadily:   some build the City walls or citadel   they roll up stones by hand; and some select   --   whose walls already rise!" Aeneas cries   while gazing at the rooftops of the City.   Then, sheltered by a mist, astoundingly,   --   together with the Tyrians. No one sees him.   Just at the center of the City stood   a thickly shaded wood; this was the place   --   And should you want to settle in this kingdom   on equal terms with me, then all the City   I am building now is yours. Draw up your ships.   --   The horse glides, menacing, advancing toward   the center of the City. O my land,   o Ilium, the home of gods and Dardan   --   helpless, we crown the altars of the gods   with festive branches all about the City.   "Meanwhile the heavens wheel, night hurries from   --   the very maker of the stratagem.   They fall upon the City buried deep   in wine and sleep. The guards cut down, the gates   --   and, in his hands, the fire that never dies.   "Meanwhile the howls of war confound the City.   And more and morealthough my father's house   --   of Teucrians: ferocious Jupiter   has taken all to Argos. And the City   now burns beneath its Danaan overlords.   --   the gods on whom this kingdom stood have quit   our shrines and altars, gone away. the City   that you would help is now in flames. Then let   --   beneath the shades of dark night, whom we had chased   across the City, now appear; and first   they recognize our shields, our miming weapons,   --   there were no battles elsewhere, just as if   no one were dying now throughout the City;      --      along the way, just past the City walls,   in an abandoned spot there is a mound,   --   inside a winding valley. I myself   again seek out the City, girding on   my gleaming arms. I want to meet all risks   --   give back my life to danger. First I seek   the City walls, the gateway's shadowed thresholds   through which I had come before. And I retrace   --   "When luckless Priam first despaired of Dardan   arms, when he saw the City ringed by siege,   he sent young Polydorus out in secret,   --   the Phrygian household gods whom I had carried   from Troy out of the fires of the City,   as I lay sleeping seemed to stand before me.   --   my boat, drawn up along the beachesthere,   within a grove that stood before the City,   alongside waves that mimed the Simois,   --   the son of Priam, with a crowd behind him,   approaches from the City walls. And he   knows us as his own kinsmen. Glad, he leads   --   the fortresses of Caulon; after that   the City known for shipwrecksScylaceum.   "Then far across the waters we can see   --   within her breast the silent wound lives on.   Unhappy Dido burns. Across the City   she wanders in her frenzyeven as   --   So Dido leads Aeneas around the ramparts,   displays the wealth of Sidon and the City   ready to hand; she starts to speak, then falters   --   Her mind is helpless; raging frantically,   inflamed, she raves throughout the Cityjust   as a Bacchante when, each second year,   --   and timbers still untrimmed. And one could see them   as, streaming, they rushed down from all the City:   even as ants, remembering the winter,   --   or, taken by surprise, upon the sea   of Greece or in the City of Mycenae   then, even then, 1 should fulfill, as due,   --   does not object to what Aeneas asks.   They choose the women for the City, settling   a willing people, hearts that do not want   --   And meanwhile with a plow Aeneas marks   the City's limits and allots the houses:   he calls one district "Troy," one "Ilium."   --   It is not enough that her abominable   hatred devoured the City of the Phrygians,   tearing their very heart, then dragged their remnant   --   triumphant through the tribes of Greece and through   the City in the heart of Elis, asking   for his own self the honor due to gods:   --   to mighty rulership, he will become   first king of Rome to found the City's laws.   And after Numa: Tullus, who will shatter   --   with its first light, they go by separate ways   to search the City out, its boundaries and   the coastline of that nation. These, they find,   --   and hundred-columned, towering above   the City; once the palace of Laurentian   Picus, an awesome place both for its forests   --   the wretched queen, indeed hysterical,   rages throughout the City. Even as   a top that spins beneath a twisted whip   --   on her dark wings to daring Turnus' walls:   the City built by Danae when, carried   upon the swift south wind, she founded it   --   a final touch to war. Now all the shepherds   are pouring toward the City, bringing back   the slain: young Almo and the mangled face   --   a hunter and a victor over beasts,   who leads out of the City of Agylla   a thousand men who followed him for nothing;   --   but then it was Evander's, a poor land.   They turn their prows quickly and near the City.   That very day the king of the Arcadians   --   and all the other gods, within a grove   before the City. With Evander were   Pallas, his son, young chieftains, and his senate   --   The holy rites are ended; all return   into the City. But the king was heavy   with age; he kept Aeneas and his son   --   Porsenna, asking Rome to readmit   the banishedTarquin, hemmed the City in   with strangling siege; Aeneas' sons rushed on   --   and dancing Salian priests, with woolen caps   and shields that fell from heaven; through the City   chaste matrons in their cushioned carriages   --   to the Italian gods: three hundred shrines   throughout the City. And the streets reechoed   with gladness, games, applause; in ail the temples   --   with twenty chosen horsemen after him,   comes first upon the City, unobserved.   He is mounted on a piebald Thracian stallion,   --   with plunder. And the way will not deceive us,   for we have seen the outskirts of the City   from shadowed valleys in our frequent hunting,   --   he had not seen Prince Turnus; heedless, he   had locked him in the City like some monstrous   tiger among the helpless flocks. At once   --   snatch up their funeral firebrands and rush   beyond the City gates. The roadway gleams   with a long line of flames that, on each side,   --   are buried on the spot and some sent off   to neighboring towns and some into the City,   the rest are burned, a giant heap of tangled   --   But now the loudest keening, greatest grief   are in the houses, in the City of   the rich Latinus. Here the mothers and   --   now clatters through the royal palace, setting   the City in alarm, announcing troops   of Troy and Tuscany descending from   --   see that armed horsemen spread across the plains.   Some reinforce the City guards, some watch   the towers, and the rest shall follow me."   Now all the City hurries to the walls   straightway. Dismayed by that disaster, father   --   Dardan Aeneas, taken him as son   into the City. Some of them dig trenches   before the gates or heave up stones and stakes;   --   first dangers; Turnus, you can man the walls   with infantry and shield the City." He,   with eyes set on the awesome girl: "O virgin,   --   Aeneas has sent on his light-armed horse   to shake the plains while he makes for the City   across the rugged mountain wilderness.   --   through heaven's light air, wrapped in a black whirlwind.   Meanwhile the Trojan ranks approached the City,   the Tuscan chiefs and all the cavalry   --      their horses toward the City. But the Trojans,   led by Asilas, gallop after them;   --   to Turnus; let him take my place and drive   the Trojans from the City gates; farewell."   She dropped the reins; she crumpled, helpless, limp,   --   The dust that whirls in cloud and darkness rolls   back to the City; as they beat their breasts,   the mothers on the watchtowers raise laments,   --   moves out from the dense forest. Rapidly   and in full force the two make for the City;   there is little space between them. When Aeneas   --   horses within the Spanish sea, restoring   the night as day retreats. Before the City   they pitch their camps and fortify their earthworks.   --   the ranks of Troy and of Laurentum and   the City of Latinus. Then, straightway,   a goddess to a goddess, she addressed   --   Within that storm some of the Latins carry   libation cups and braziers toward the City.   And King Latinus, bearing back his beaten   --   But then Aeneas' lovely mother set   his mind to this: to march against the City,   to sweep his army quickly toward the ramparts,   --   As he looked here and there, searching for Turnus,   scanning the varied ranks, he saw the City   free from the stress of war, intact, at rest.   --   Dissension takes the panicked citizens:   some say the City is to be unlocked,   the gates thrown open to the Dardans; they   --   Then new calamity fell on the weary   Latins; and all the City shook with grief   to its foundations. When the queen can see   --   the wailing fills the palace's wide halls.   The sad report goes out across the City.   Now hearts sink down; Latinus, in torn garments,   --   so Turnus rushes through the scattered bands   up to the City walls, there where the ground   is soaked in shed blood and the air is shrill   --   the head of anyone who dares draw near;   he threatens to tear down the City and   he terrifies the shuddering Italians;   --   he looks in longing at the Latin ranks   and at the City, and he hesitates,   afraid; he trembles at the coming spear.   --   gods and were therefore punished in Tartarus, vi, 772.   Alphe'an of the River ALPHEUS, which flows by the City of Pisa in   Elis (part of the Peloponnesus in Greece); the similar names gave   --   one in Amyclae might ever announce the enemy's approach.   When the real enemy came, the City fell by silence, x, 778.   A'mycus   --   its residents, vin, 473.   Carmen 'tal gate one of the City gates of Rome, named in honor of   CARMENTIS and standing near an altar to her. vm, 442.   --   Codes' companions, leaving the enemy on the tar bank with no   access to the City. Then Cocles, in full armor, jumped into the   river and swam back to the City, vm, 843.   Cocy'tus river in the underworld, vi, 184.   --   Co'rythus   1. father of Dardanus. He was said to have founded the City of   Corythus in Italy, in, 226.   --   pasture or drink of Trojan streams, thus preventing the fulfillment of the oracle that if these horses were to feed and drink of   Troy, the City could never be taken. After the Trojan war, he settled Apulia, founding ARPI. I, 136.   Dio'ne mother of Venus, in, 29.   --   Lavi'nian of LAVINIUM; an adjective describing the coasts of   Latium because Aeneas was to found there the City of Lavinium.   i,4.   Lavi'nium the City of Latium which it was Aeneas' mission to   found in Italy; named in honor of his wife, LAVINIA. I, 360.   --   Pallante'um belonging to Pallas (see MINERVA); first a city in   Arcadia, EVANDER'S original home, then the City founded by   Evander in Italy on the Palatine Hill at the site which was to be   --   birth, Hecuba dreamed that she was delivered of a firebrand that   consumed the City. The baby was exposed but saved and brought   up by a kindly shepherd. Grown to manhood, he returned to Troy,   --   Pi'sa an Etruscan city thought to have been founded by colonists   from the City of Pisa in Elis, Greece, which stood on the River   ALPHESUS. x, 252.   --   ROMULUS. After Romulus had received the favorable omen   of the gods, designating him to found the City that would be   Rome, Remus leaped derisively over his brother's newly   --   his brother safely home from the wars. Migrating to   Cyprus, he founded the City of Salamis. i, 868.   Teu'crians see TEUCER (1). i, 346.   --   Purdue University, University of Cassino, and the University of   Torino. He received the Gold Medal of Honor from the City of   Florence in 2000, celebrating the 735th anniversary of Dante's birth,

Agenda_Vol_3, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga      106Brindaban: known as the City of Krishna, where he grew up and played with the Gopis (cowherds and milkmaids).

Agenda_Vol_4, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   I wasn't so well-off I could go about in a car: I took the tram.... What an atmosphere! An atmosphere of   panic in the City! You see, we lived in a house surrounded by a big park, secluded, but the atmosphere   in the City was horrible. And the question, "What Is this?" naturally came to put me in contact - I came   back home with the illness. I was sure to catch it, it had to happen! (laughing) I came home with it.   Like a bang on the head - I was completely dazed. They called a doctor. There were no medicines   left in the City - there weren't enough medicines for people, but as we were considered important   people (!) the doctor brought two tablets. I told him (laughing), "Doctor, I never take any medicines."   --   He told the story to some friends, who in turn told it to some friends, so in the end the story became   known. There was even a sort of collective thanks from the City for my intervention.... But the whole   thing stemmed from that: "What Is this illness? You're able to find out, aren't you?" (Laughter) Go and

Agenda_Vol_6, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   because since the beginning I have said, "R. will be the architect," and I have written to R.   When he came here last year he went to see Chandigarh, the City built by Le Corbusier up there in   Punjab, and he wasn't very happy (it seems to me rather mediocre - I don't know, I haven't seen it; I   --   I had a city to build!..." So I wrote to him, "If you want, I have a city to build." He is so very glad, he is   coming. And when he comes, I'll show him my plan, then he will build the City.44   My plan is very simple.   --   This is the center.   All around, there is a circular road that separates the park from the rest of the City. There would   44It was only three years later, in February, 1968, that Auroville would be founded.   --   concerns Sri Aurobindo's life, then four large petals (which weren't the same as in this drawing, they   were something different), then twelve petals around (the City proper), then around that, there were the   disciples' residential quarters (you know my symbol: instead of [partition] lines, there are strips; well,   --   sure if it was individual transportation or collective transportation (like those small open trams in the   mountains, you know) that crossed the City in all directions to bring the disciples back to the center of   the City. And around all that, there was a wall with entrance gates and guards at each gate, so people   entered only with permission. And there was no money: within the walls, no money; at the various   --   Outside the walls, in my first formation there was on one side the industrial estate, and on the other   the fields, farms, etc., that were to supply the City. But that really meant a country - not a large one, but   a country. Now it's much more limited; it's not my symbol anymore, there are only four zones, and no

Agenda_Vol_7, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   is an effervescence.   It's sure to work, I KNOW it exists - the City is already there (it has been for many, many years).   Interestingly, my creation was with Sri Aurobindo in the center, then when Sri Aurobindo left, I let it   --   know how much time it will take, but it seems to be going fast.   the City already exists.   And the remarkable thing is that I simply told R. [the architect] the broad outlines, asking him if he   --   No. I am afraid they may "summon" me!   They've already begun discussing what the City's political situation will be - even before the first stone   has been laid! And one of them, the one with a Communist creed (he is the one who has the greatest   --   I told him many things (Mother makes a gesture of mental communication), but above all, I insisted a   lot on the fact that it would be better to build the City first! And that we would see afterwards. Because   he told me it was important for him that we should remain in the democratic system "until something

Agenda_Vol_9, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   on the invitation cards for the 28th [February, for Auroville's inauguration], she wanted "the university   town" to be put; but they didn't ask for her advice and issued the invitations with "the City of universal   culture."   --   "Here are a few pages of our issue on Auroville,   the City of love guarded by the four Mothers.   Signed: Y."   --   It's beautiful, moving, you really feel something about to be created. So the "city of love"...   But I never said Auroville was the City of love, never, not once!   The word is too subject to misuse. It would be better not to talk about it.

Aion_-_Part_13+, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   understanding of heavenly things; although our Saviour also is the river which   maketh glad the City of God; and the Holy Spirit not only is himself that river,   but out of those to whom he is given, rivers proceed from their belly."   --   of the geometrically formed crystal and the wonder-working   stone. From here analogy formation leads on to the City, 11 castle,   church, 12 house, 13 and vessel. 14 Another variant is the wheel   --      The image of the City, house, and vessel brings us to their   content - the inhabitant of the City or house, and the water con-   tained in the vessel. The inhabitant, in his turn, has a relation-   --   weal come woe. 115 He calls it the "golden house, the twice-   bisected circle, the four-cornered phalanx, the rampart, the City   wall, the four-sided line of battle." 116 This circle is a magic   --      Augustine, Saint. the City of God. Translated by John Healey and   edited by R. V. G. Tasker. (Everyman's Library.) London and

Big_Mind_(ten_perfections), #unset, #Vemana, #unset   ZAZEN: I do arise very naturally when one is in the mountains, or sitting beside a stream or river, or alone in the quietness of the desert. I arise naturally when the environment is conducive. However, one needn't rely on a particular environment; it's important that people learn to be able to be me, or to let go of themselves, in order that   I be present, even in the midst of the City, in the midst of the noise and busyness of city life. It's very important that one know how to access me, and I think the easiest way to access me is to shift to the Non-Seeking Non-Grasping Mind or to Big Mind, or to one of the other non-minds like non-thinking, non-striving, and so on.   FACILITATOR: So you're a state that people can access even in the midst of activity, or in the midst of suffering or strife?

Book_1_-_The_Council_of_the_Gods, #The Odyssey, #Homer, #Mythology     Of whom, I learn, that he frequents no more     the City now, but in sequester'd scenes             240     Dwells sorrowful, and by an antient dame

Book_of_Exodus, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various      One first reads of Joshua, son of Nun, in Exodus 17:9. Joshua later had the priests march around Jericho for seven days with the Ark of the Lord prior to defeating the City (Joshua 6). David brought the Ark to Jerusalem as described in 2 Samuel 6 and I Chronicles 17. It was David's son Solomon who built the Temple of cedar to finally house the Lord and the Ark of the Covenant (I Kings 8). Jeremiah hid the Ark around 587 BC just prior to the Babylonian invasion and destruction of the Temple, as described in 2 Maccabees 2.      --      27 And Pharaoh sent, and called for Moses and Aaron, and said unto them, I have sinned this time: the LORD is righteous, and I and my people are wicked. 28 Intreat the LORD (for it is enough) that there be no more mighty thunderings and hail; and I will let you go, and ye shall stay no longer. 29 And Moses said unto him, As soon as I am gone out of the City, I will spread abroad my hands unto the LORD; and the thunder shall cease, neither shall there be any more hail; that thou mayest know how that the earth is the LORD's. 30 But as for thee and thy servants, I know that ye will not yet fear the LORD God.      --      33 And Moses went out of the City from Pharaoh, and spread abroad his hands unto the LORD: and the thunders and hail ceased, and the rain was not poured upon the earth. 34 And when Pharaoh saw that the rain and the hail and the thunders were ceased, he sinned yet more, and hardened his heart, he and his servants. 35 And the heart of Pharaoh was hardened, neither would he let the children of Israel go; as the LORD had spoken by Moses.

Book_of_Genesis, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various      Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As people moved eastward, they found a plain in Shinar and settled there. 3 They said to each other, Come, lets make bricks and bake them thoroughly. They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth. 5 But the Lord came down to see the City and the tower the people were building. 6 The Lord said, If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other. 8 So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the City. 9 That is why it was called Babel because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.   The Genealogy of Shem   --      16 And the men rose up from thence, and looked toward Sodom: and Abraham went with them to bring them on the way. 17 And the LORD said, Shall I hide from Abraham that thing which I do; 18 Seeing that Abraham shall surely become a great and mighty nation, and all the nations of the earth shall be blessed in him? 19 For I know him, that he will command his children and his household after him, and they shall keep the way of the LORD, to do justice and judgment; that the LORD may bring upon Abraham that which he hath spoken of him. 20 And the LORD said, Because the cry of Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and because their sin is very grievous; 21 I will go down now, and see whether they have done altogether according to the cry of it, which is come unto me; and if not, I will know. 22 And the men turned their faces from thence, and went toward Sodom: but Abraham stood yet before the LORD. 23 And Abraham drew near, and said, Wilt thou also destroy the righteous with the wicked? 24 Peradventure there be fifty righteous within the City: wilt thou also destroy and not spare the place for the fifty righteous that [are] therein? 25 That be far from thee to do after this manner, to slay the righteous with the wicked: and that the righteous should be as the wicked, that be far from thee: Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right? 26 And the LORD said, If I find in Sodom fifty righteous within the City, then I will spare all the place for their sakes. 27 And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes: 28 Peradventure there shall lack five of the fifty righteous: wilt thou destroy all the City for lack of five? And he said, If I find there forty and five, I will not destroy it. 29 And he spake unto him yet again, and said, Peradventure there shall be forty found there. And he said, I will not do it for forty's sake. 30 And he said unto him, Oh let not the Lord be angry, and I will speak: Peradventure there shall thirty be found there. And he said, I will not do it, if I find thirty there. 31 And he said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord: Peradventure there shall be twenty found there. And he said, I will not destroy it for twenty's sake. 32 And he said, Oh let not the Lord be angry, and I will speak yet but this once: Peradventure ten shall be found there. And he said, I will not destroy it for ten's sake. 33 And the LORD went his way, as soon as he had left communing with Abraham: and Abraham returned unto his place.      --      1 And there came two angels to Sodom at even; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot seeing them rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground; 2 And he said, Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on your ways. And they said, Nay; but we will abide in the street all night. 3 And he pressed upon them greatly; and they turned in unto him, and entered into his house; and he made them a feast, and did bake unleavened bread, and they did eat. 4 But before they lay down, the men of the City, even the men of Sodom, compassed the house round, both old and young, all the people from every quarter: 5 And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the men which came in to thee this night? bring them out unto us, that we may know them. 6 And Lot went out at the door unto them, and shut the door after him, 7 And said, I pray you, brethren, do not so wickedly. 8 Behold now, I have two daughters which have not known man; let me, I pray you, bring them out unto you, and do ye to them as is good in your eyes: only unto these men do nothing; for therefore came they under the shadow of my roof. 9 And they said, Stand back. And they said again, This one fellow came in to sojourn, and he will needs be a judge: now will we deal worse with thee, than with them. And they pressed sore upon the man, even Lot, and came near to break the door. 10 But the men put forth their hand, and pulled Lot into the house to them, and shut to the door. 11 And they smote the men that were at the door of the house with blindness, both small and great: so that they wearied themselves to find the door. 12 And the men said unto Lot, Hast thou here any besides? son in law, and thy sons, and thy daughters, and whatsoever thou hast in the City, bring them out of this place: 13 For we will destroy this place, because the cry of them is waxen great before the face of the LORD; and the LORD hath sent us to destroy it. 14 And Lot went out, and spake unto his sons in law, which married his daughters, and said, Up, get you out of this place; for the LORD will destroy this city. But he seemed as one that mocked unto his sons in law.   The Flight of Lot and His Family      15 And when the morning arose, then the angels hastened Lot, saying, Arise, take thy wife, and thy two daughters, which are here; lest thou be consumed in the iniquity of the City. 16 And while he lingered, the men laid hold upon his hand, and upon the hand of his wife, and upon the hand of his two daughters; the LORD being merciful unto him: and they brought him forth, and set him without the City. 17 And it came to pass, when they had brought them forth abroad, that he said, Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed. 18 And Lot said unto them, Oh, not so, my Lord: 19 Behold now, thy servant hath found grace in thy sight, and thou hast magnified thy mercy, which thou hast shewed unto me in saving my life; and I cannot escape to the mountain, lest some evil take me, and I die: 20 Behold now, this city is near to flee unto, and it is a little one: Oh, let me escape thither, (is it not a little one?) and my soul shall live. 21 And he said unto him, See, I have accepted thee concerning this thing also, that I will not overthrow this city, for the which thou hast spoken. 22 Haste thee, escape thither; for I cannot do any thing till thou be come thither. Therefore the name of the City was called Zoar.   The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah   --      10 And the servant took ten camels of the camels of his master, and departed; for all the goods of his master were in his hand: and he arose, and went to Mesopotamia, unto the City of Nahor. 11 And he made his camels to kneel down without the City by a well of water at the time of the evening, even the time that women go out to draw water. 12 And he said, O LORD God of my master Abraham, I pray thee, send me good speed this day, and shew kindness unto my master Abraham. 13 Behold, I stand here by the well of water; and the daughters of the men of the City come out to draw water: 14 And let it come to pass, that the damsel to whom I shall say, Let down thy pitcher, I pray thee, that I may drink; and she shall say, Drink, and I will give thy camels drink also: let the same be she that thou hast appointed for thy servant Isaac; and thereby shall I know that thou hast shewed kindness unto my master.   Rebekah at the Well   --      23 And he went up from thence to Beersheba. 24 And the LORD appeared unto him the same night, and said, I am the God of Abraham thy father: fear not, for I am with thee, and will bless thee, and multiply thy seed for my servant Abraham's sake. 25 And he builded an altar there, and called upon the name of the LORD, and pitched his tent there: and there Isaac's servants digged a well. 26 Then Abimelech went to him from Gerar, and Ahuzzath one of his friends, and Phichol the chief captain of his army. 27 And Isaac said unto them, Wherefore come ye to me, seeing ye hate me, and have sent me away from you? 28 And they said, We saw certainly that the LORD was with thee: and we said, Let there be now an oath betwixt us, even betwixt us and thee, and let us make a covenant with thee; 29 That thou wilt do us no hurt, as we have not touched thee, and as we have done unto thee nothing but good, and have sent thee away in peace: thou art now the blessed of the LORD. 30 And he made them a feast, and they did eat and drink. 31 And they rose up betimes in the morning, and sware one to another: and Isaac sent them away, and they departed from him in peace. 32 And it came to pass the same day, that Isaac's servants came, and told him concerning the well which they had digged, and said unto him, We have found water. 33 And he called it Shebah: therefore the name of the City is Beersheba unto this day. 34 And Esau was forty years old when he took to wife Judith the daughter of Beeri the Hittite, and Bashemath the daughter of Elon the Hittite: 35 Which were a grief of mind unto Isaac and to Rebekah.      --      1 And Jacob lifted up his eyes, and looked, and, behold, Esau came, and with him four hundred men. And he divided the children unto Leah, and unto Rachel, and unto the two handmaids. 2 And he put the handmaids and their children foremost, and Leah and her children after, and Rachel and Joseph hindermost. 3 And he passed over before them, and bowed himself to the ground seven times, until he came near to his brother. 4 And Esau ran to meet him, and embraced him, and fell on his neck, and kissed him: and they wept. 5 And he lifted up his eyes, and saw the women and the children; and said, Who are those with thee? And he said, The children which God hath graciously given thy servant. 6 Then the handmaidens came near, they and their children, and they bowed themselves. 7 And Leah also with her children came near, and bowed themselves: and after came Joseph near and Rachel, and they bowed themselves. 8 And he said, What meanest thou by all this drove which I met? And he said, These are to find grace in the sight of my lord. 9 And Esau said, I have enough, my brother; keep that thou hast unto thyself. 10 And Jacob said, Nay, I pray thee, if now I have found grace in thy sight, then receive my present at my hand: for therefore I have seen thy face, as though I had seen the face of God, and thou wast pleased with me. 11 Take, I pray thee, my blessing that is brought to thee; because God hath dealt graciously with me, and because I have enough. And he urged him, and he took it. 12 And he said, Let us take our journey, and let us go, and I will go before thee. 13 And he said unto him, My lord knoweth that the children are tender, and the flocks and herds with young are with me: and if men should overdrive them one day, all the flock will die. 14 Let my lord, I pray thee, pass over before his servant: and I will lead on softly, according as the cattle that goeth before me and the children be able to endure, until I come unto my lord unto Seir. 15 And Esau said, Let me now leave with thee some of the folk that are with me. And he said, What needeth it? let me find grace in the sight of my lord. 16 So Esau returned that day on his way unto Seir. 17 And Jacob journeyed to Succoth, and built him an house, and made booths for his cattle: therefore the name of the place is called Succoth. 18 And Jacob came to Shalem, a city of Shechem, which is in the land of Canaan, when he came from Padanaram; and pitched his tent before the City. 19 And he bought a parcel of a field, where he had spread his tent, at the hand of the children of Hamor, Shechem's father, for an hundred pieces of money. 20 And he erected there an altar, and called it Elelohe-Israel.      --      25 And it came to pass on the third day, when they were sore, that two of the sons of Jacob, Simeon and Levi, Dinah's brethren, took each man his sword, and came upon the City boldly, and slew all the males. 26 And they slew Hamor and Shechem his son with the edge of the sword, and took Dinah out of Shechem's house, and went out. 27 The sons of Jacob came upon the slain, and spoiled the City, because they had defiled their sister. 28 They took their sheep, and their oxen, and their asses, and that which was in the City, and that which was in the field, 29 And all their wealth, and all their little ones, and their wives took they captive, and spoiled even all that was in the house. 30 And Jacob said to Simeon and Levi, Ye have troubled me to make me to stink among the inhabitants of the land, among the Canaanites and the Perizzites: and I being few in number, they shall gather themselves together against me, and slay me; and I shall be destroyed, I and my house. 31 And they said, Should he deal with our sister as with an harlot?      --      27 And Jacob came unto Isaac his father unto Mamre, unto the City of Arbah, which is Hebron, where Abraham and Isaac sojourned. 28 And the days of Isaac were an hundred and fourscore years. 29 And Isaac gave up the ghost, and died, and was gathered unto his people, being old and full of days: and his sons Esau and Jacob buried him.      --      1 And he commanded the steward of his house, saying, Fill the men's sacks with food, as much as they can carry, and put every man's money in his sack's mouth. 2 And put my cup, the silver cup, in the sack's mouth of the youngest, and his corn money. And he did according to the word that Joseph had spoken. 3 As soon as the morning was light, the men were sent away, they and their asses. 4 And when they were gone out of the City, and not yet far off, Joseph said unto his steward, Up, follow after the men; and when thou dost overtake them, say unto them, Wherefore have ye rewarded evil for good? 5 Is not this it in which my lord drinketh, and whereby indeed he divineth? ye have done evil in so doing. 6 And he overtook them, and he spake unto them these same words. 7 And they said unto him, Wherefore saith my lord these words? God forbid that thy servants should do according to this thing: 8 Behold, the money, which we found in our sacks' mouths, we brought again unto thee out of the land of Canaan: how then should we steal out of thy lord's house silver or gold? 9 With whomsoever of thy servants it be found, both let him die, and we also will be my lord's bondmen. 10 And he said, Now also let it be according unto your words: he with whom it is found shall be my servant; and ye shall be blameless. 11 Then they speedily took down every man his sack to the ground, and opened every man his sack. 12 And he searched, and began at the eldest, and left at the youngest: and the cup was found in Benjamin's sack. 13 Then they rent their clothes, and laded every man his ass, and returned to the City. 14 And Judah and his brethren came to Joseph's house; for he was yet there: and they fell before him on the ground. 15 And Joseph said unto them, What deed is this that ye have done? wot ye not that such a man as I can certainly divine? 16 And Judah said, What shall we say unto my lord? what shall we speak? or how shall we clear ourselves? God hath found out the iniquity of thy servants: behold, we are my lord's servants, both we, and he also with whom the cup is found. 17 And he said, God forbid that I should do so: but the man in whose hand the cup is found, he shall be my servant; and as for you, get you up in peace unto your father.   Reaction of Judah

Book_of_Proverbs, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various   21 at the head of the noisy streets she cries out,   in the gateways of the City she makes her speech:   22 "How long will you simple ones love your simple ways?   --   where the paths meet, she takes her stand;   3 beside the gates leading into the City,   at the entrances, she cries aloud:

CASE_6_-_THE_BUDDHAS_FLOWER, #The Gateless Gate, #Mumonkan, #unset   transmitted the teaching? If you say it could be transmitted, he is   like a golden-faced old huckster swindling at the City gate, and if   you say it cannot be transmitted, how does he hand it on to

COG_BOOK_I, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   33 The vices of the Romans which the overthrow of their country did not avail to reform   34 God's mercy alone mitigated the ruin of the City   35 On the children of the Church who are hidden among the

DS1, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      Shravasti: This was the capital of the ancient kingdom of Kaushala. In his Maha Prajnaparamita Shastra, Nagarjuna says the City had a population of 900,000, and it overshadowed even Magadhas capital of Rajagriha during the fifth century B.C. Today, its ruins can be visited twenty kilometers west of the town of Balrampur on the train line between Lucknow and Gorakhpur. Some commentators say the Citys name came from that of its founder, King Shravasta. Others say the name was derived from the sage Savattha, who lived there before the City was built.   Anathapindada Garden in Jeta Forest: During the Buddhas day, there was a wealthy merchant in Shravasti named Sudatta. Since he often helped the unfortunate, he was called Anathapindada (the Benefactor). One day, while visiting his sons prospective in-laws in Rajagriha, Sudatta had the good fortune of hearing the Buddha speak and was so affected by what he heard that he invited the Bhagavan to Shravasti. But when Sudatta returned to find a suitable residence for the Buddha and his disciples, the only place that seemed to him sufficiently spacious and serene was the forested preserve of Crown Prince Jeta, two kilometers southwest of the City. When Sudatta inquired about buying it, the prince joked, Ill sell you whatever portion you can cover with gold. Taking the prince at his word, Sudatta went home and brought back enough gold to cover an area of two hundred acres that became known as Anathapindada Garden. Overcome by Sudattas sincerity, the prince donated the entire forest to the Buddhas congregation, and together the two men built a vihara, or monastery, where the Buddha could live and preach whenever he visited. These events are said to have occurred in the fourth year of the Buddhas ministry, or in 428 B.C. Altogether, the Buddha spent twenty-five rainy seasons at Jeta Vihara and delivered many of his most important sermons there. He also performed a series of miracles in Shravasti that were unique in his career, and it was also in Shravasti that he refuted the teachings of the leaders of other spiritual sects.      --   Textual note: Kumarajiva and Bodhiruci give the time as shih-shih (when it was time to eat).   After begging for food in the City and eating his meal of rice, he returned from his daily round in the afternoon, put his robe and bowl away, washed his feet, and sat down on the appointed seat. After crossing his legs and adjusting his body, he turned his awareness to what was before him.      Begging for food in the City: It was the Buddhas custom to go from one door to the next and not to visit more than seven households on any given day. Nor did he pass up the doors of the poor and lowly in order to receive food from the wealthy and noble. For the Buddhas compassion was evenhanded and free from bias. In his final Testament Sutra, the Buddha said, You monks should cultivate with diligence. Renounce fashion and beauty, put on the faded robe, take up the vessel of humility, and support yourselves by begging. And when you do so, should feelings of pride arise, get rid of them at once. To become inflated by pride is unfitting for white-robed worldly people. How much more so for those who have left home and set forth on the Path. For the sake of liberation, humble yourselves and practice begging.      --      Chiang Wei-nung says, Unfortunate suffering beings, the rich as well as the poor, spend their lives working for food and clothes. No matter what kind of job they do, they all work for food. They get up in the morning and hurry into the City to work. Working for food is important. But when your work is done, you should return to your own place. The problem with most people is that for the sake of food and clothes they run around like beggars and eventually forget who they are and no longer return to their own place. When your work is done, dont involve yourself in what doesnt concern you. Thus, the Buddha sits down and focuses on the thought before him.      Hsu-fa says, The Buddha puts on his robe and takes up his bowl to uphold the precepts of morality. He washes his feet and takes his seat to enter meditation. Thus does morality give birth to meditation and meditation to wisdom. Also, by entering the City with his robe and bowl, he goes from the noumenal into the phenomenal. By washing his feet and taking his seat, he goes from the phenomenal into the noumenal. It is only by remaining unattached to the noumenal as well as the phenomenal that undifferentiated prajna can be realized.      --   Taken together, the Buddhas actions in this first chapter represent the Six Paramitas, or   Perfections. Picking up his begging bowl, the Buddha practices the perfection of charity. Donning his monks robe, he practices the perfection of morality. Begging in the City, he practices the perfection of forbearance. Eating his meal, returning to his abode, putting away his robe and bowl, and washing his feet, he practices the perfection of vigor. Sitting down and focusing on what is before him, he practices the perfection of meditation. And remaining unattached throughout the practice of these five perfections, the Buddha practices the perfection of wisdom. Thus, the first chapter contains a brief but practical introduction to the teaching of all six perfections.

DS2, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      Subhuti was born in the City of Shravasti and became one of the Buddhas ten most prominent disciples. As his name foretold, he was known for his understanding of the doctrine of emptiness.      --      Subhutis questions were prompted by seeing the Buddha going about his daily round, standing and walking in the City, returning and sitting down and meditating on what was before him. And they reflect his desire to learn how he and others might conduct themselves in the same manner. But they also betray the concerns of a follower of the Lesser Path. Subhuti seeks the way to restrict karmaproducing actions and thoughts rather than the way to transform them. Sometime later in his career, after he has realized the teaching of this sutra, he tells his fellow disciple Shariputra, Thus should bodhisattvas stand and walk: they should resolve that as the Tathagata does not stand anywhere and does not not stand anywhere and does not stand apart and does not not stand apart, so will I stand.   And as the Tathagata stands, so will I stand and walk, my feet well placed without a place to stand.

Evening_Talks_With_Sri_Aurobindo, #Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      Disciple: When the Sanitary Committee has gone to one end of the City it may find that the other end it has left has become again as filthy as it was.      --      Sri Aurobindo: There are cases of the whole population of the City killed by their primitive method.

For_a_Breath_I_Tarry, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      Thus did Frost enter the southern hemisphere.      They drifted high above the Andes, until they came to the place called Bright Defile. THen did Frost see the gleaming webs of the mechanical spiders, blocking all the trails to the City.      "We can go above them easily enough," said Mordel.   --      Frost entered Bright Defile, the last remaining city of dead Man.      He came to rest in the City's square and opened his chamber, releasing Mordel.      "Tell me of this place," he said, studying the monument, the low, shielded buildings, the roads which followed the contours of the terrain, rather than pushing their way through them.

Gospel_of_Sri_Ramakrishna_preface, #Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      He was an educationist all his life both in a spiritual and in a secular sense. After he passed out of College, he took up work as headmaster in a number of schools in succession Narail High School, City School, Ripon College School, Metropolitan School, Aryan School, Oriental School, Oriental Seminary and Model School. The causes of his migration from school to school were that he could not get on with some of the managements on grounds of principles and that often his spiritual mood drew him away to places of pilgrimage for long periods. He worked with some of the most noted public men of the time like Iswar Chandra Vidysgar and Surendranath Banerjee. The latter appointed him as a professor in the City and Ripon Colleges where he taught subjects like English, philosophy, history and economics. In his later days he took over the Morton School, and he spent his time in the staircase room of the third floor of it, administering the school and preaching the message of the Master. He was much respected in educational circles where he was usually referred to as Rector Mahashay. A teacher who had worked under him writes thus in warm appreciation of his teaching methods: "Only when I worked with him in school could I appreciate what a great educationist he was. He would come down to the level of his students when teaching, though he himself was so learned, so talented. Ordinarily teachers confine their instruction to what is given in books without much thought as to whether the student can accept it or not. But M., would first of all gauge how much the student could take in and by what means. He would employ aids to teaching like maps, pictures and diagrams, so that his students could learn by seeing. Thirty years ago (from 1953) when the question of imparting education through the medium of the mother tongue was being discussed, M. had already employed Bengali as the medium of instruction in the Morton School." (M The Apostle and the Evangelist by Swami Nityatmananda Part I. P. 15.)      --      Sri Ramakrishna was a teacher for both the Orders of mankind, Sannysins and householders. His own life offered an ideal example for both, and he left behind disciples who followed the highest traditions he had set in respect of both these ways of life. M., along with Nag Mahashay, exemplified how a householder can rise to the highest level of sagehood. M. was married to Nikunja Devi, a distant relative of Keshab Chander Sen, even when he was reading at College, and he had four children, two sons and two daughters. The responsibility of the family, no doubt, made him dependent on his professional income, but the great devotee that he was, he never compromised with ideals and principles for this reason. Once when he was working as the headmaster in a school managed by the great Vidysgar, the results of the school at the public examination happened to be rather poor, and Vidysgar attributed it to M's preoccupation with the Master and his consequent failure to attend adequately to the school work. M. at once resigned his post without any thought of the morrow. Within a fortnight the family was in poverty, and M. was one day pacing up and down the verandah of his house, musing how he would feed his children the next day. Just then a man came with a letter addressed to 'Mahendra Babu', and on opening it, M. found that it was a letter from his friend Sri Surendra Nath Banerjee, asking whether he would like to take up a professorship in the Ripon College. In this way three or four times he gave up the job that gave him the wherewithal to support the family, either for upholding principles or for practising spiritual Sadhanas in holy places, without any consideration of the possible dire worldly consequences; but he was always able to get over these difficulties somehow, and the interests of his family never suffered. In spite of his disregard for worldly goods, he was, towards the latter part of his life, in a fairly flourishing condition as the proprietor of the Morton School which he developed into a noted educational institution in the City. The Lord has said in the Bhagavad Git that in the case of those who think of nothing except Him, He Himself would take up all their material and spiritual responsibilities. M. was an example of the truth of the Lord's promise.      --      M. spent his weekends and holidays with the monastic brethren who, after the Master's demise, had formed themselves into an Order with a Math at Baranagore, and participated in the intense life of devotion and meditation that they followed. At other times he would retire to Dakshineswar or some garden in the City and spend several days in spiritual practice taking simple self-cooked food. In order to feel that he was one with all mankind he often used to go out of his home at dead of night, and like a wandering Sannysin, sleep with the waifs on some open verandah or footpath on the road.

Guru_Granth_Sahib_first_part, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   Acting in evil and corruption, people are immersed in corruption.   Without the Name, they find no place of rest. In the City of Death, they suffer in agony. ||3||   Body and soul all belong to Him; He is the Support of all.   --   The sun and the moon are lamps of incomparably beautiful light. Throughout the three worlds, the Infinite Light is pervading.   In the shops of the City of the body, in the fortresses and in the huts, the True Merchandise is traded. ||2||   The ointment of spiritual wisdom is the destroyer of fear; through love, the Pure One is seen.

IS_-_Chapter_1, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   brawls among the bettors. He was thinking of all   these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the City of his dreams: with one difference.   The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man;   --      There are tw. ways of describing the City of   P9rothea: you can say that four aluminum towers   rise from its walls flanking seven gates with springoperated drawbridges that span the moat whose   water feeds four green canals which cross the City,   dividing it into nine quarters, each with three   --   marry youths of other quarters and their parents exchange the goods that each family holds in monopoly-bergamot, sturgeon roe, astrolabes, amethysts--you can then work from these facts until you   learn everything you wish about the City in the past,   present, and future. Or else you can say, like the   --   know this would be the same as telling you nothing.   the City does not consist of this, but of relationships   between the measurements of its space and the events   --   there on the dock.   As this wave from memories flows in, the City   soaks it up like a sponge and expands. A description   --      the City, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the   corners of the streets, the gratings of the windows,   --   to stifle them, when you are in the heart of Anastasia   one morning your desires waken all at once and surround you. the City appears to you as a whole where   no desire is lost and of which you are a part, and   --   what they are.   Finally the journey leads to the City of Tamara.   You penetrate it along streets thick with signboards   --      and the position it occupies in the City's order suffice   to indicate its function: the palace, the prison, the   --   things: the embroidered headband stands for elegance; the gilded palanquin, power; the volumes of   Averroes, learning; the ankle bracelet, voluptuousness. Your gaze scans the streets as if they were written pages: the City says everything you must think,   makes you repeat her discourse, and while you believe you are visiting Tamara you are only recording   --   parts.   However the City may really be, beneath this thick   coating of signs, whatever it may contain or conceal,   --   learned men are those who have memorized Zora.   But in vain I set out to visit the City: forced to   remain motionless and always the same, in order to   --   Despina can be reached in two ways: by ship or by   camel. the City displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea.   When the camel driver sees, at the horizon of the   --      Travelers return from the City of ~irm~_ with distinct   memories: a blind black man shouting in the crowd,   --   there is no puma that some girl does not raise, as a   whim. the City is redundant: it repeats itself so that   something will stick in the mind.   --   companions, on the other hand, swear they saw only   one dirigible hovering among the City's spires, only   one tattoo artist arranging needles and inks and   pierced patterns on his bench, only one fat woman   fanning herself on a train's platform. Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the City can begin to   exist.   --   inhabitants dig long vertical holes in the ground,   they succeed in drawing up water, as far as the City   extends, and no farther. Its green border repeats the   --   Consequently two forms of religion exist in Isaura.   the City's gods, according to some people, live in   the depths, in the black lake that feeds the underground streams. According to others, the gods

Magick_Without_Tears_(text), #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy        And a voice sounds: It is most terrible for the one that hath shut himself up and made himself fast against the universe. For they that sit encamped upon the sea in the City of the Pyramids are indeed shut up. But they have given their blood, even to the last drop, to fill the cup of BABALON.      --        And whoso passeth into the outermost Abyss, except he be of them that understand, holdeth out his hands, and boweth his neck, unto the Chains of Choronzon. And as a devil he walketh about the earth, immortal, and be blasteth the flowers of the earth, and he corrupteth the fresh air, and he maketh poisonous the water; and the fire that is the friend of man, and the pledge of his aspiration, seeing that it mounteth ever up- ward as a Pyramid, and seeing that man stole it in a hollow tube from Heaven, even that fire he turneth into ruin, and madness, and fever, and destruction. And thou, that art an heap of dry dust in the City of the Pyramids, must understand these things.      --      To return for a moment to that question of Secrecy: there is no rule to prohibit you from quoting against me such of my brighter remarks as "Mystery is the enemy of Truth;" but, for one thing, I am, and always have been, the leader of the Extreme Left in the Council-Chamber of the City of the Pyramids, so that if I acquiesce at all in the system of the O.T.O. so far as the "secret of secrets" of the IX is concerned, it is really on a point of personal honour. My pledge given to the late Frater Superior and O.H.O., Dr. Theodor Reuss. For all that, in this particular instance it is beyond question a point of common prudence, both because the abuse of the Secret is, at least on the surface, so easy and so tempting, and because, if it became a matter of general knowledge the Order itself might be in danger of calumny and persecution; for the secret is even easier to misinterpret that to profane.      --      We even, at the worst, reach the state for which Buddhism, in the East presents most ably the case: as in the West, does James Thomson (B.V.) in the City of Dreadful Night; we come to wish for or, more truly to think that we wish for "blest Nirvana's sinless stainless Peace" (or some such twaddle thank God I can't recall Arnold's mawkish and unmanly phrase!) and B.V.'s "Dateless oblivion and divine repose."      --      As "higher" gave the idea of aggression, of conquest, "within" usually implies safety. Always we get back to that stage of history when the social unit, based on the family, was little less than condition No. 1 of survival. The house, the castle, the fortified camp, the City wall; the "gens," the clan, the tribe, the "patrie," to be outside means danger from cold, hunger and thirst, raiding parties, highway robbers, bears, wolves, and tigers. To go out was to take a risk; and, your labour and courage being assets to your kinsmen, you were also a bad man; in fact, a "bounder" or "outsider." "Debauch" is simply "to go out of doors!" St. John says: "without are dogs and sorcerers and whoremongers and adulterers and idolaters and..." so on.[52]      --      Excuse me just a moment! When I was staying at the Consulate of Tengyueh, just inside the S.W. frontier of China, our one link with England, Home, and Beauty was the Telegraph Service from Pekin. One week it was silent, and we were anxious for news, our last bit of information having been that there was rioting in Shanghai, seventeen Sikh policemen killed. For all we knew the whole country might rise en masse at any moment to expel the "Foreign Devils." At last the welcome messenger trotted across from the City in the twilight with a whole sheaf of telegrams. Alas, save for the date of dispatch, the wording in each one was identical: each told us that it was noon in Pekin!      --        The most famous novel of Fielding is called Tom Jones. It happened that FRATER PERDURABO was staying in a hotel in London. He telephoned a friend named Fielding at the latter's house, and was answered by Mr. Fielding's secretary, who said that his employer had left the house a few minutes previously, and could only be reached by telephoning a certain office in the City at between 11 o'clock and a quarter past. FRATER PERDURABO had an appointment at 11 o'clock with a music-hall star, the place being the entrance to a theatre. In order to remind himself, he made a mental note that, as soon as he saw the lady, he would raise his hand and say, before greeting her: 'Remind me that I must telephone at once to Fielding,' when he met her. He did this, and she advance toward Him with the same gesture, and said in the same breath, 'Remind me that I have to telephone to Tom Jones' the name of a music-hall agent employed by her.      --      Who is going to balance that entry in his Karmic account? Might not even his willingness to give up his prospects of advance justify his title to go forward? The curious, complex, obscure and formidable path that he has chosen may quite conceivably be his best short cut to the City of the Pyramids!      --      The next day we went on to Rome. Owing to my own Ananias-like attempt to "keep back part of the price," my relations with Virakam had become strained. We reached Naples after two or three quarrelsome days in Rome and began house-hunting. I imagined that we should find dozens of suitable places to choose from, but we spent day after day scouring the City and suburbs in an automobile, without finding a single place to let that corresponded in the smallest degree with our ideas.      --      The advantage of so doing is that the Grand Auditor of the City of the Pyramids takes immediate notice. He brings your account (Karma) up to date, and starts you off with a Cash Ledger. That is, he arranges for your errors to be paid for on the spot, instead of the customary credit system that goes on for centuries. The advantage of this is that you know what you are being punished for, and learn your lesson at once.      --      But, sitting down at a caf, oh no! not at all! Pesos were passing without question. Well, well! So I got into conversation with a knowledgeable-looking bloke, and he told me the whole story. It seemed that the Director of Customs had a brother in Mexico D.F. who manufactured brass bedsteads. The uprights of these were packed with forged pesos of Fernando VII and one other king I forget his name made of the same standard silver alloy as the genuine coins, and so well executed that the only way to tell the false was that they looked newer than they should have been, in view of the date! And so (continued my informant) there was a panic, and no one would take any money at all, and the City was dying on its feet! So the Government gave orders to the Banks to change any coins soever for their equivalent in freshly-minted money that's what those queues are and "every one is happy again." "But," I objected, "I see you have some old coins." He laughed. "Those one-eyed mules at the Banks! All foolishness! Days ago we all agreed to take any money without question and as long as we all do that, why, nobody's hurt!"      --      The answers to his series of questions indicated that he was to go out of the City where he would find a deposit.      --      But Isaak was a man of action. Prompt and stealthy, on the day appointed he saddled his best horse and so passed through the silent streets of the City in search of a refuge.      --      Time: a fine Sunday evening in June, just one and twenty years ago. Place: Paris, just off the Place des Tertres, overlooking the City. A large and lovely studio, panelled in oak. Strange: it was completely bare, and so far as one could see, it had no door. The skylights, mind- ful, were carefully screened with broidered stuff. A gallery, some ten feet from the floor, ran round one corner. Here was a buffet loaded with priceless wines and liquors of all sorts except the "soft" and excellent variety of all cold "snack" refreshments. One gained it by a staircase from the lower floor.

Maps_of_Meaning_text, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology   Elements of the Known.   The known is explored territory, a place of stability and familiarity is the City of God, as profanely   realized. It finds metaphorical embodiment in myths and narratives describing the community, the   --   determine the destinies. (This episode corresponds, in the Enuma elish, to Marduks advancement to the   rank of supreme god.) The king led the procession to the Bit Akitu, a building situated outside of the City   [outside the domain of civilization, or order]. The procession represented the army of the gods   --   The Family   the City   Explored Territory   --   cuts the leviathan into pieces, and makes the world; and the virgin, freed from the dragons clutches, who   represents the benevolent, creative and fruitful aspect of the unknown. [the City is commonly portrayed on   a mountain, in such representations the serpent in a valley, or across a river. The battle takes place at   --   healthy, is subordinate to the Son: all fixed values necessarily remain subject to the pattern of being   represented by the hero. In the City of God that is, the archetypal human kingdom the Messiah   eternally rules.   --   And all they in the synagogue, when they heard these things, were filled with wrath,   And rose up, and thrust him out of the City, and led him unto the brow of the hill whereon their city was   built, that they might cast him down headlong.   --   It is said, it is more difficult to rule oneself, than a city and this is no metaphor. This is truth, as literal   as it can be made. It is precisely for this reason that we are always trying to rule the City. It is a perversion   of pride to cease praying in public, and to clean up the dust under our feet, instead; seems too mundane to   --   Passing over the story of Noah, which adds the sea to the images of disaster, the first rise is that of Abraham, called   out of the City of Ur in Mesopotamia to a Promised Land in the west. This introduces the pastoral era of the   patriarchs, and ends at the end of Genesis, with Israel in Egypt. This situation again changes to an oppressive and

Sayings_of_Sri_Ramakrishna_(text), #Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   period. By 1884 his name had already become widely known in Calcutta, and therefore his presence in   the City for treatment attracted large crowds to him. Though he was prohibited by doctors from   speaking, his great love for men made him go against medical restrictions and give himself up entirely to   --   8. A new-comer to a city should first secure a comfortable room for his rest at night, and after keeping   his luggage there, he may freely go about the City for sight-seeing. Otherwise he may have to suffer   much in the darkness of night to get a place for rest. Similarly, after securing his eternal resting place in   --   blind see, and the deaf hear.   145. To explain God after merely reading the scriptures is like explaining to a person the City of Banaras   after seeing it only in a map.   --      186. Gas-light illumines different parts of the City in varying degrees. But the life of the light, namely, the   gas, comes from one common source. So the true religious teachers of all climes and ages are like lamps   --   who started to see Jagannath, but not knowing the way to Puri (where the temple of Jagannath is   situated), he went away from the City instead of going towards it. With an anxious heart he asked   everybody he met on the way about the road. They all told him, "This is not the way; take that path."   --   947. It is, true, however, that when the devotee has realised God, he wishes to witness His sport (Lila).   When Ramachandra entered the City of the Rakshasas (demons) after the destruction of Ravana, the old   Nikasha1 (The mother of Ravana) began to run away. Lakshmana said, "How is this, Rama? This Nikasha   --   Mother arrayed in the modest garb of a chaste lady; and again when I look upon the public women of   the City, sitting in their open verandahs arrayed in the garb of immodesty and shamelessness, I see in   them the same Divine Mother sporting in a different way.   --   not spill even a single drop of it." Narada did as he was told, and on his return the Lord asked him, "Well,   Narada, how many times did you remember me in the course of your walk round the City?" "Not once,   my Lord," said Narada, "and how could I, when I had to watch this cup brimming over with oil?" The

Talks_With_Sri_Aurobindo_1, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   PURANI: I know of cases where people wanted to help the villagers by paying   off their loans, etc., but it was found that the villagers were very shrewd, astute folk, who were more than a match for the City people.   SRI AUROBINDO: A is living in his mind; he has lost touch with practical reality.

The_Aleph, #unset, #Vemana, #unset       On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. 's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand...[1]     Though staggered by the experience of seeing , the narrator pretends to have seen nothing in order to get revenge on Daneri, whom he dislikes, by giving Daneri a reason to doubt his own sanity. The narrator tells Daneri that he has lived too long amongst the noise and bustle of the City and spent too much time in the dark and enclosed space of his cellar, and assures him that what he truly needs are the wide open spaces and fresh air of the countryside, and these will provide him the true peace of mind that he needs to complete his poem. He then takes his leave of Daneri and exits the house.     In a postscript to the story, Borges explains that Daneri's house was ultimately demolished, but that Daneri himself won second place for the Argentine National Prize for Literature. He also states his belief that in Daneri's house was not the only one that exists, based on a report he has discovered, written by "Captain Burton" (Richard Francis Burton) when he was British consul in Brazil, describing the Mosque of Amr in Cairo, within which there is said to be a stone pillar that contains the entire universe; although this Aleph cannot be seen, it is said that those who put their ear to the pillar can hear a continuous hum that symbolises all the concurrent noises of the universe heard at any given time.

The_Book_(short_story), #unset, #Vemana, #unset   I remember how I read the book at last - white-faced, and locked in the attic room that I had long devoted to strange searchings. The great house was very still, for I had not gone up till after midnight. I think I had a family then - though the details are very uncertain and I know there were many servants. Just what the year was I cannot say; for since then I have known many ages and dimensions, and have had all my notions of time dissolved and refashioned. It was by the light of candles that I read - I recall the relentless dripping of the wax - and there were chimes that came every now and then from distant belfries. I seemed to keep track of those chimes with a peculiar intentness, as if I feared to hear some very remote, intruding note among them.   Then came the first scratching and fumbling at the dormer window that looked out high above the other roofs of the City. It came as I droned aloud the ninth verse of that primal lay, and I knew amidst my shudders what it meant. For he who passes the gateways always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone. I had evoked - and the book was indeed all I had suspected. That night I passed the gateway to a vortex of twisted time and vision, and when morning found me in the attic room I saw in the walls and shelves and fittings that which I had never seen before.   Nor could I ever after see the world as I had known it. Mixed with the present scene was always a little of the past and a little of the future, and every once-familiar object loomed alien in the new perspective brought by my widened sight. From then on I walked in a fantastic dream of unknown and half-known shapes; and with each new gateway crossed, the less plainly could I recognise the things of the narrow sphere to which I had so long been bound. What I saw about me, none else saw; and I grew doubly silent and aloof lest I be thought mad. Dogs had a fear of me, for they felt the outside shadow which never left my side. But still I read more - in hidden, forgotten books and scrolls to which my new vision led me - and pushed through fresh gateways of space and being and lifepatterns toward the core of the unknown cosmos.

the_Eternal_Wisdom, #unset, #Vemana, #unset      28) I will rise now and go about the City in the streets and the broadways, I will seek him whom my soul loveth. ~ Songs of Songs III.2      --      16) When his mind shall be enfranchised from human things, then shall he enter into the City of marvellous wisdom which ever renews itself and grows in beauty from age to age. ~ Baha-ullah      --      13) When I see the chaste women of respectable families, I see in them the Divine clothed in the robe of a chaste woman; and again, when I see the public women of the City seated on their verandahs in their rajment of immorality and shame, I see also in them the Divine at play after another fashion. ~ Ramakrishna   The Intuitive Mind View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XVII   --      21) As thou thyself art a complement of the organism of the City, let thy action likewise he a complement of the life of the City. If each of thy actions has not a relation direct or remote to the common end, it breaks the social life, it no longer allows it to be one, it is factious like the citizen who amid the people separates himself as much as it is in him from the common accord. ~ Marcus Aurelius      --      24) An off-cast from the City is he who tears his soul away from the soul of reasoning beings, which is one. ~ Marcus Aurelius

The_Garden_of_Forking_Paths_1, #Selected Fictions, #Jorge Luis Borges , #unset   Albert rose from his seat. He stood up tall as he opened the top drawer of the high writing cabinet. For a moment his back was again turned to me. I had the revolver ready. I fired with the utmost care: Albert fell without a murmur, at once. I swear that his death was instantaneous, as if he had been struck by lightning.   What remains is unreal and unimportant. Madden broke in and arrested me. I have been condemned to hang. Abominably, I have yet triumphed! The secret name of the City to be attacked got through to Berlin. Yesterday it was bombed. I read the news in the same English newspapers which were trying to solve the riddle of the murder of the learned Sinologist Stephen Albert by the unknown Yu Tsun. The Chief, however, had already solved this mystery. He knew that my problem was to shout, with my feeble voice, above the tumult of war, the name of the City called Albert, and that I had no other course open to me than to kill someone of that name. He does not know, for no one can, of my infinite penitence and sickness of the heart.    '

The_Garden_of_Forking_Paths_2, #Selected Fictions, #Jorge Luis Borges , #unset      The rest is unreal, insignificant. Madden broke in, arrested me. I have been condemned to the gallows. I have won out abominably; I have communicated to Berlin the secret name of the City they must attack. They bombed it yesterday; I read it in the same papers that offered to England the mystery of the learned Sinologist Stephen Albert who was murdered by a stranger, one Yu Tsun. The Chief had deciphered this mystery. He knew my problem was to indicate (through the uproar of the war) the City called Albert, and that I had found no other means to do so than to kill a man of that name. He does not know (no one can know) my innumerable contrition and weariness.

The_Gospel_According_to_John, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various      43 The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. And he found Philip and said to him, "Follow me." 44 Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the City of Andrew and Peter. 45 Philip found Nathanael, and said to him, "We have found him of whom Moses in the law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph." 46 Nathanael said to him, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Philip said to him, "Come and see." 47 Jesus saw Nathanael coming to him, and said of him, "Behold, an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile!" 48 Nathanael said to him, "How do you know me?" Jesus answered him, "Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you." 49 Nathanael answered him, "Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!" 50 Jesus answered him, "Because I said to you, I saw you under the fig tree, do you believe? You shall see greater things than these." 51 And he said to him, "Truly, truly, I say to you, you will see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man."      --      6 Now Jacobs well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied with his journey, sat thus on the well: and it was about the sixth hour. 7 There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink. 8 (For his disciples were gone away unto the City to buy meat.) 9 Then saith the woman of Samaria unto him, How is it that thou, being a Jew, askest drink of me, which am a woman of Samaria? for the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans. 10 Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water. 11 The woman saith unto him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water? 12 Art thou greater than our father Jacob, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle? 13 Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: 14 but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. 15 The woman saith unto him, Sir, give me this water, that I thirst not, neither come hither to draw. 16 Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither. 17 The woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband: 18 for thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly. 19 The woman saith unto him, Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet. 20 Our fathers worshipped in this mountain; and ye say, that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship. 21 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, believe me, the hour cometh, when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. 22 Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for salvation is of the Jews. 23 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. 24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth. 25 The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ: when he is come, he will tell us all things. 26 Jesus saith unto her, I that speak unto thee am he.      27 And upon this came his disciples, and marvelled that he talked with the woman: yet no man said, What seekest thou? or, Why talkest thou with her? 28 The woman then left her waterpot, and went her way into the City, and saith to the men, 29 Come, see a man, which told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ? 30 Then they went out of the City, and came unto him.      --      20 Many of the Jews read this title, for the place where Jesus was crucified was near the City; and it was written in Hebrew, in Latin, and in Greek. 21 The chief priests of the Jews then said to Pilate, "Do not write, `The King of the Jews,' but, `This man said, I am King of the Jews.'" 22 Pilate answered, "What I have written I have written."

The_Gospel_According_to_Luke, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various   2 This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3 And all went to be enrolled, each to his own city.   4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the City of Nazareth, to Judea, to the City of David, which is called Bethlehem,   because he was of the house and lineage of David, 5 to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.   --      8 And in that region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. 10 And the angel said to them, "Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people; 11 for to you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be a sign for you: you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger." 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,      --      25 But in truth, I tell you, there were many widows in Israel in the days of Elijah, when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, when there came a great famine over all the land; 26 and Elijah was sent to none of them but only to Zarephath, in the land of Sidon, to a woman who was a widow. 27 And there were many lepers in Israel in the time of the prophet Elisha; and none of them was cleansed, but only Naaman the Syrian. 28 When they heard this, all in the synagogue were filled with wrath. 29 And they rose up and put him out of the City, and led him to the brow of the hill on which their city was built, that they might throw him down headlong. 30 But passing through the midst of them he went away.   The Man with an Unclean Spirit   --      11 And it came to pass the day after, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people. 12 Now when he came nigh to the gate of the City, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow: and much people of the City was with her. 13 And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. 14 And he came and touched the bier: and they that bare him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise. 15 And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And he delivered him to his mother. 16 And there came a fear on all: and they glorified God, saying, That a great prophet is risen up among us; and, That God hath visited his people. 17 And this rumour of him went forth throughout all Judaea, and throughout all the region round about.   The Messengers from John the Baptist   --      36 And one of the Pharisees desired him that he would eat with him. And he went into the Pharisee's house, and sat down to meat. 37 And, behold, a woman in the City, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, 38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. 39 Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying, This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner. 40 And Jesus answering said unto him, Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he saith, Master, say on. 41 There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. 42 And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most? 43 Simon answered and said, I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast rightly judged. 44 And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.      --      26 And they arrived at the country of the Gadarenes, which is over against Galilee. 27 And when he went forth to land, there met him out of the City a certain man, which had devils long time, and ware no clothes, neither abode in any house, but in the tombs. 28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out, and fell down before him, and with a loud voice said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God most high? I beseech thee, torment me not. 29 (For he had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. For oftentimes it had caught him: and he was kept bound with chains and in fetters; and he brake the bands, and was driven of the devil into the wilderness.) 30 And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, Legion: because many devils were entered into him. 31 And they besought him that he would not command them to go out into the deep. 32 And there was there an herd of many swine feeding on the mountain: and they besought him that he would suffer them to enter into them. And he suffered them. 33 Then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked. 34 When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and went and told it in the City and in the country. 35 Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus, and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid.      --      10 And the apostles, when they were returned, told him all that they had done. And he took them, and went aside privately into a desert place belonging to the City called Bethsaida. 11 And the people, when they knew it, followed him: and he received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that had need of healing. 12 And when the day began to wear away, then came the twelve, and said unto him, Send the multitude away, that they may go into the towns and country round about, and lodge, and get victuals: for we are here in a desert place. 13 But he said unto them, Give ye them to eat. And they said, We have no more but five loaves and two fishes; except we should go and buy meat for all this people. 14 For they were about five thousand men. And he said to his disciples, Make them sit down by fifties in a company. 15 And they did so, and made them all sit down. 16 Then he took the five loaves and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed them, and brake, and gave to the disciples to set before the multitude. 17 And they did eat, and were all filled: and there was taken up of fragments that remained to them twelve baskets.   Peter's Confession about Jesus   --      15 And when one of them that sat at meat with him heard these things, he said unto him, Blessed is he that shall eat bread in the kingdom of God. 16 Then said he unto him, A certain man made a great supper, and bade many: 17 And sent his servant at supper time to say to them that were bidden, Come; for all things are now ready. 18 And they all with one consent began to make excuse. The first said unto him, I have bought a piece of ground, and I must needs go and see it: I pray thee have me excused. 19 And another said, I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I go to prove them: I pray thee have me excused. 20 And another said, I have married a wife, and therefore I cannot come. 21 So that servant came, and shewed his lord these things. Then the master of the house being angry said to his servant, Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the City, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind. 22 And the servant said, Lord, it is done as thou hast commanded, and yet there is room. 23 And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled. 24 For I say unto you, That none of those men which were bidden shall taste of my supper.   Discipleship   --      41 And when he drew near and saw the City he wept over it,   42 saying, Would that even today you knew the things that make for peace! But now they are hid from your eyes.   --      20 But when you see Jerusalem surrounded by armies, then know that its desolation has come near. 21 Then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains, and let those who are inside the City depart, and let not those who are out in the country enter it; 22 for these are days of vengeance, to fulfil all that is written. 23 Alas for those who are with child and for those who give suck in those days! For great distress shall be upon the earth and wrath upon this people; 24 they will fall by the edge of the sword, and be led captive among all nations; and Jerusalem will be trodden down by the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentiles are fulfilled.   The Coming of the Son of Man   --      7 Then came the day of Unleavened Bread, on which the passover lamb had to be sacrificed. 8 So Jesus sent Peter and John, saying, Go and prepare the passover for us, that we may eat it. 9 They said to him, Where will you have us prepare it? 10 He said to them, Behold, when you have entered the City, a man carrying a jar of water will meet you; follow him into the house which he enters, 11 and tell the householder, The Teacher says to you, Where is the guest room, where I am to eat the passover with my disciples? 12 And he will show you a large upper room furnished; there make ready. 13 And they went, and found it as he had told them; and they prepared the passover.   The Institution of the Lord's Supper   --      18 But they all cried out together, Away with this man, and release to us Barabbas - 19 a man who had been thrown into prison for an insurrection started in the City, and for murder. 20 Pilate addressed them once more, desiring to release Jesus; 21 but they shouted out, Crucify, crucify him! 22 A third time he said to them, Why, what evil has he done? I have found in him no crime deserving death; I will therefore chastise him and release him. 23 But they were urgent, demanding with loud cries that he should be crucified. And their voices prevailed. 24 So Pilate gave sentence that their demand should be granted. 25 He released the man who had been thrown into prison for insurrection and murder, whom they asked for; but Jesus he delivered up to their will.   The Way of the Cross   --      45 Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures, 46 and said to them, Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, 47 and that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be preached in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. 48 You are witnesses of these things. 49 And behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you; but stay in the City, until you are clothed with power from on high.   The Ascension of Christ

The_Gospel_According_to_Mark, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various      1 They came to the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gerasenes. 2 When He got out of the boat, immediately a man from the tombs with an unclean spirit met Him, 3 and he had his dwelling among the tombs. And no one was able to bind him anymore, even with a chain; 4 because he had often been bound with shackles and chains, and the chains had been torn apart by him and the shackles broken in pieces, and no one was strong enough to subdue him. 5 Constantly, night and day, he was screaming among the tombs and in the mountains, and gashing himself with stones. 6 Seeing Jesus from a distance, he ran up and bowed down before Him; 7 and shouting with a loud voice, he said, "What business do we have with each other, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I implore You by God, do not torment me!" 8 For He had been saying to him, "Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!" 9 And He was asking him, "What is your name?" And he said to Him, "My name is Legion; for we are many." 10 And he began to implore Him earnestly not to send them out of the country. 11 Now there was a large herd of swine feeding nearby on the mountain. 12 The demons implored Him, saying, "Send us into the swine so that we may enter them." 13 Jesus gave them permission. And coming out, the unclean spirits entered the swine; and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the sea, about two thousand of them; and they were drowned in the sea. 14 Their herdsmen ran away and reported it in the City and in the country. And the people came to see what it was that had happened. 15 They came to Jesus and observed the man who had been demon-possessed sitting down, clothed and in his right mind, the very man who had had the "legion"; and they became frightened. 16 Those who had seen it described to them how it had happened to the demon-possessed man, and all about the swine. 17 And they began to implore Him to leave their region. 18 As He was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed was imploring Him that he might accompany Him. 19 And He did not let him, but He said to him, "Go home to your people and report to them [a]what great things the Lord has done for you, and how He had mercy on you." 20 And he went away and began to proclaim in Decapolis what great things Jesus had done for him; and everyone was amazed.   Miracles of Healing   --      18 The chief priests and the scribes heard this, and began seeking how to destroy Him; for they were afraid of Him, for the whole crowd was astonished at His teaching. 19 When evening came, they would go out of the City. 20 As they were passing by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots up. 21 Being reminded, Peter said to Him, "Rabbi, look, the fig tree which You cursed has withered."      --      12 On the first day of Unleavened Bread, when the Passover lamb was being sacrificed, His disciples said to Him, "Where do You want us to go and prepare for You to eat the Passover?" 13 And He sent two of His disciples and said to them, "Go into the City, and a man will meet you carrying a pitcher of water; follow him; 14 and wherever he enters, say to the owner of the house, 'The Teacher says, "Where is My guest room in which I may eat the Passover with My disciples?"' 15 "And he himself will show you a large upper room furnished and ready; prepare for us there." 16 The disciples went out and came to the City, and found it just as He had told them; and they prepared the Passover. 17 When it was evening He came with the twelve. 18 As they were reclining at the table and eating, Jesus said, "Truly I say to you that one of you will betray Me--one who is eating with Me." 19 They began to be grieved and to say to Him one by one, "Surely not I?" 20 And He said to them, "It is one of the twelve, one who dips with Me in the bowl. 21 "For the Son of Man is to go just as it is written of Him; but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been good for that man if he had not been born."   The Last Supper

The_Gospel_According_to_Matthew, #The Bible, #Anonymous, #Various      33 "Again you have heard that it was said to the men of old, 'You shall not swear falsely, but shall perform to the Lord what you have sworn.' 34 But I say to you, Do not swear at all, either by heaven, for it is the throne of God, 35 or by the earth, for it is his footstool, or by Jerusalem, for it is the City of the great King. 36 And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make one hair white or black. 37 Let what you say be simply 'Yes' or 'No'; anything more than this comes from evil.      --      28 And when he came to the other side, to the country of the Gadarenes, two demoniacs met him, coming out of the tombs, so fierce that no one could pass that way. 29 And behold, they cried out, "What have you to do with us, O Son of God? Have you come here to torment us before the time?" 30 Now a herd of many swine was feeding at some distance from them. 31 And the demons begged him, "If you cast us out, send us away into the herd of swine." 32 And he said to them, "Go." So they came out and went into the swine; and behold, the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the sea, and perished in the waters. 33 The herdsmen fled, and going into the City they told everything, and what had happened to the demoniacs. 34 And behold, all the City came out to meet Jesus; and when they saw him, they begged him to leave their neighborhood.      --      8 Most of the crowd spread their garments on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 And the crowds that went before him and that followed him shouted, "Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!" 10 And when he entered Jerusalem, all the City was stirred, saying, "Who is this?" 11 And the crowds said, "This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth of Galilee."   The Cleansing of the Temple   --      14 And the blind and the lame came to him in the temple, and he healed them. 15 But when the chief priests and the scribes saw the wonderful things that he did, and the children crying out in the temple, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" they were indignant; 16 and they said to him, "Do you hear what these are saying?" And Jesus said to them, "Yes; have you never read, `Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast brought perfect praise'?" 17 And leaving them, he went out of the City to Bethany and lodged there.   The Cursing of the Fig Tree      18 In the morning, as he was returning to the City, he was hungry. 19 And seeing a fig tree by the wayside he went to it, and found nothing on it but leaves only. And he said to it, "May no fruit ever come from you again!" And the fig tree withered at once. 20 When the disciples saw it they marveled, saying, "How did the fig tree wither at once?" 21 And Jesus answered them, "Truly, I say to you, if you have faith and never doubt, you will not only do what has been done to the fig tree, but even if you say to this mountain, `Be taken up and cast into the sea,' it will be done. 22 And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith."   The Authority of Jesus Questioned   --      17 Now on the first day of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Where will you have us prepare for you to eat the passover?" 18 He said, "Go into the City to a certain one, and say to him, `The Teacher says, My time is at hand; I will keep the passover at your house with my disciples.'" 19 And the disciples did as Jesus had directed them, and they prepared the passover. 20 When it was evening, he sat at table with the twelve disciples; 21 and as they were eating, he said, "Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me." 22 And they were very sorrowful, and began to say to him one after another, "Is it I, Lord?" 23 He answered, "He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me, will betray me. 24 The Son of man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born." 25 Judas, who betrayed him, said, "Is it I, Master?" He said to him, "You have said so."   The Last Supper   --      11 While they were going, behold, some of the guard went into the City and told the chief priests all that had taken place. 12 And when they had assembled with the elders and taken counsel, they gave a sum of money to the soldiers 13 and said, "Tell people, 'His disciples came by night and stole him away while we were asleep.' 14 And if this comes to the governor's ears, we will satisfy him and keep you out of trouble." 15 So they took the money and did as they were directed; and this story has been spread among the Jews to this day.   The Great Commission to the World

The_Immortal, #unset, #Vemana, #unset          The story is an autobiographical tale told by a Roman soldier, Marcus Flaminius Rufus, during the reign of the emperor Diocletian. During a sleepless night in Thebes, Egypt, a mysterious man, exhausted and wounded, seeks refuge in his camp. Just before dying, he tells Rufus about a river whose waters bestow immortality on whoever drinks from it. The river is next to a place called the City of the Immortals. Determined to find it, Rufus sets out for Africa with his soldiers. The harsh conditions of the trip cause many of his men to desert. After hearing that the remaining soldiers are planning his death, Rufus flees and wanders through the desert.          Rufus wakes up from a nightmare to find himself tied up in a small recess on the side of a mountain inhabited by Troglodytes. Down below, he spots a polluted stream and jumps down to drink from it; wounded, he falls asleep. Over the next few days, he recovers and, seeing the City of the Immortals in the distance, is able to walk there, followed by a Troglodyte.          the City of the Immortals is an immense labyrinth with dead-end passages, inverted stairways, and many chaotic architectural structures. Rufus, horrified and repulsed by the City, describes it as "a chaos of heterogeneous words, the body of a tiger or a bull in which teeth, organs and heads monstrously pullulate in mutual conjunction and hatred." He eventually escapes the City and finds the Troglodyte who followed him there waiting outside; he names him Argos (after the dog of Odysseus), and decides to teach him language. Soon after, though, Argos reveals that he is Homer, and that the Troglodytes are the Immortals, having destroyed the original City of the Immortals and (on the advice of Homer) replaced it with the labyrinthine one Rufus encountered.        --   As I recall, my travails began in a garden in hundred-gated Thebes, in the time of the emperor Diocletian. I had fought (with no glory) in the recent Egyptian wars and was tribune of a legion quartered in Berenice, on the banks of the Red Sea; there, fever and magic consumed many men who magnanimously coveted the steel blade. The Mauritanians were defeated; the lands once occupied by the rebel cities were dedicated in ternitatem to the Plutonian gods; Alexandria, subdued, in vain sought Caesar's mercy; within the year the legions were to report their triumph, but I myself barely glimpsed the face of Mars. That privation grieved me, and was perhaps why I threw myself into the quest, through vagrant and terrible deserts, for the secret City of the Immortals.   My travails, I have said, began in a garden in Thebes. All that night I did not sleep, for there was a combat in my heart. I rose at last a little before dawn. My slaves were sleeping; the moon was the color of the infinite sand. A bloody rider was approaching from the east, weak with exhaustion. A few steps from me, he dismounted and in a faint, insatiable voice asked me, in Latin, the name of the river whose waters laved the City's walls. I told him it was the Egypt, fed by the rains. "It is another river that I seek," he replied morosely, "the secret river that purifies men of death." Dark blood was welling from his breast. He told me that the country of his birth was a mountain that lay beyond the Ganges; it was rumored on that mountain, he told me, that if one traveled westward, to the end of the world, one would come to the river whose waters give immortality. He added that on the far shore of that river lay the City of the Immortals, a city rich in bulwarks and amphitheaters and temples. He died before dawn, but I resolved to go in quest of that city and its river. When interrogated by the torturer, some of the Mauritanian prisoners confirmed the traveler's tale: One of them recalled the Elysian plain, far at the ends of the earth, where men's lives are everlasting; another, the peaks from which the Pactolus flows, upon which men live for a hundred years. In Rome, I spoke with philosophers who felt that to draw out the span of a man's life was to draw out the agony of his dying and multiply the number of his deaths. I am not certain whether I ever believed in the City of the Immortals; I think the task of finding it was enough for me. Flavius, the Getulian proconsul, entrusted two hundred soldiers to me for the venture; I also recruited a number of mercenaries who claimed they knew the roads, and who were the first to desert.   Subsequent events have so distorted the memory of our first days that now they are impossible to put straight. We set out from Arsino and entered the ardent desert. We crossed the lands of the Troglodytes, who devour serpents and lack all verbal commerce; the land of the Garamantas, whose women are held in common and whose food is lions; the land of the Augiles, who worship only Tartarus.   --   I cannot say how many days and nights passed over me. In pain, unable to return to the shelter of the caverns, naked on the unknown sand, I let the moon and the sun cast lots for my bleak fate. The Troglodytes, childlike in their barbarity, helped me neither survive nor die. In vain did I plead with them to kill me. One day, with the sharp edge of a flake of rock, I severed my bonds. The next, I stood up and was able to beg or steal - I, Marcus Flaminius Rufus, military tribune of one of the legions of Rome - my first abominated mouthful of serpent's flesh.   Out of avidity to see the Immortals, to touch that more than human City, I could hardly sleep. And as though the Troglodytes could divine my goal, they did not sleep, either. At first I presumed they were keeping a watch over me; later, I imagined that my uneasiness had communicated itself to them, as dogs can be infected in that way. For my departure from the barbarous village I chose the most public of times, sunset, when almost all the men emerged from their holes and crevices in the earth and gazed out unseeingly toward the west. I prayed aloud, less to plead for divine favor than to intimidate the tribe with articulate speech. I crossed the stream bed clogged with sandbars and turned my steps toward the City.   Two or three men followed me confusedly; they were of short stature (like the others of that species), and inspired more revulsion than fear. I had to skirt a number of irregular pits that I took to be ancient quarries; misled by the City's enormous size, I had thought it was much nearer. Toward midnight, I set my foot upon the black shadow - bristling with idolatrous shapes upon the yellow sand - of the City's wall. My steps were halted by a kind of sacred horror. So abhorred by mankind are novelty and the desert that I was cheered to note that one of the Troglodytes had accompanied me to the last. I closed my eyes and waited, unsleeping, for the dawn.   I have said that the City was builded on a stone plateau. That plateau, with its precipitous sides, was as difficult to scale as the walls. In vain did my weary feet walk round it; the black foundation revealed not the slightest irregularity, and the invariance of the walls proscribed even a single door. The force of the day drove me to seek refuge in a cavern; toward the rear there was a pit, and out of the pit, out of the gloom below, rose a ladder. I descended the ladder and made my way through a chaos of squalid galleries to a vast, indistinct circular chamber. Nine doors opened into that cellar- like place; eight led to a maze that returned, deceitfully, to the same chamber; the ninth led through another maze to a second circular chamber identical to the first. I am not certain how many chambers there were; my misery and anxiety multiplied them. The silence was hostile, and virtually perfect; aside from a subterranean wind whose cause I never discovered, within those deep webs of stone there was no sound; even the thin streams of iron-colored water that trickled through crevices in the stone were noiseless. Horribly, I grew used to that dubious world; it began to seem incredible that anything could exist save nine-doored cellars and long, forking subterranean corridors. I know not how long I wandered under the earth; I do know that from time to time, in a confused dream of home, I conflated the horrendous village of the barbarians and the City of my birth, among the clusters of grapes.   At the end of one corridor, a not unforeseen wall blocked my path - and a distant light fell upon me. I raised my dazzled eyes; above, vertiginously high above, I saw a circle of sky so blue it was almost purple. The metal treads of a stairway led up the wall. Weariness made my muscles slack, but I climbed the stairs, only pausing from time to time to sob clumsily with joy. Little by little I began to discern friezes and the capitals of columns, triangular pediments and vaults, confused glories carved in granite and marble. Thus it was that I was led to ascend from the blind realm of black and intertwining labyrinths into the brilliant City.   --   IV   That day, all was revealed to me. The Troglodytes were the Immortals; the stream and its sand-laden waters, the River sought by the rider. As for the City whose renown had spread to the very Ganges, the Immortals had destroyed it almost nine hundred years ago. Out of the shattered remains of the City's ruin they had built on the same spot the incoherent city I had wandered through - that parody or antithesis of City which was also a temple to the irrational gods that rule the world and to those gods about whom we know nothing save that they do not resemble man. The founding of this city was the last symbol to which the Immortals had descended; it marks the point at which, esteeming all exertion vain, they resolved to live in thought, in pure speculation. They built that carapace, abandoned it, and went off to make their dwellings in the caves. In their self- absorption, they scarcely perceived the physical world.   These things were explained to me by Homer as one might explain things to a child. He also told me of his own old age and of that late journey he had made - driven, like Ulysses, by the intention to arrive at the nation of men that know not what the sea is, that eat not salted meat, that know not what an oar might be. He lived for a century in the City of the Immortals, and when it was destroyed it was he who counseled that this other one be built. We should not be surprised by that - it is rumored that after singing of the war of Ilion, he sang of the war between the frogs and rats. He was like a god who created first the Cosmos, and then Chaos.   There is nothing very remarkable about being immortal; with the exception of mankind, all creatures are immortal, for they know nothing of death. What is divine, terrible, and incomprehensible is to know oneself immortal. I have noticed that in spite of religion, the conviction as to one's own immortality is extraordinarily rare. Jews, Christians, and Muslims all profess belief in immortality, but the veneration paid to the first century of life is proof that they truly believe only in those hundred years, for they destine all the rest, throughout eternity, to rewarding or punishing what one did when alive. In my view, the Wheel conceived by certain religions in Hindustan is much more plausible; on that Wheel, which has neither end nor beginning, each life is the effect of the previous life and engenderer of the next, yet no one life determines the whole.... Taught by centuries of living, the republic of immortal men had achieved a perfection of tolerance, almost of disdain. They knew that over an infinitely long span of time, all things happen to all men. As reward for his past and future virtues, every man merited every kindness - yet also every betrayal, as reward for his past and future iniquities. Much as the way in games of chance, heads and tails tend to even out, so cleverness and dullness cancel and correct each other. Perhaps the rude poem of El Cid is the counterweight demanded by a single epithet of the Eclogues or a maxim from Heraclitus. The most fleeting thought obeys an invisible plan, and may crown, or inaugurate, a secret design. I know of men who have done evil in order that good may come of it in future centuries, or may already have come of it in centuries past.... Viewed in that way, all our acts are just, though also unimportant. There are no spiritual or intellectual merits. Homer composed the Odyssey; given infinite time, with infinite circumstances and changes, it is impossible that the Odyssey should not be composed at least once. No one is someone; a single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, hero, philosopher, demon, and world - which is a long-winded way of saying that Aim not.   --   Among the Immortals, on the other hand, every act (every thought) is the echo of others that preceded it in the past, with no visible beginning, and the faithful presage of others that will repeat it in the future, advertiginem. There is nothing that is not as though lost between indefatigable mirrors. Nothing can occur but once, nothing is preciously in peril of being lost. The elegiac, the somber, the ceremonial are not modes the Immortals hold in reverence. Homer and I went our separate ways at the portals of Tangier; I do not think we said good-bye.   I wandered through new realms, new empires. In the autumn of 1066 I fought at Stamford Bridge, though I no longer recall whether I stood in the ranks of Harold, soon to meet his fate, or in the ranks of that ill-fated Harald Hardrada who conquered only six feet or a little more of English soil. In the seventh century of the Hegira, on the outskirts of Bulaq, I transcribed with deliberate calligraphy, in a language I have forgotten, in an alphabet I know not, the seven voyages of Sindbad and the story of the City of Brass. In a courtyard of the prison in Samarkand I often played chess. In Bikanir I have taught astrology, as I have in Bohemia. In 1638 I was in Kolzsvar, and later in Leipzig. In Aberdeen, in 1714, I subscribed to the six volumes of Pope's Iliad; I know I often perused them with delight. In 1729 or thereabouts, I discussed the origin of that poem with a professor of rhetoric whose name, I believe, was Giambattista; his arguments struck me as irrefutable. On October 4, 1921, the Patna, which was taking me to Bombay, ran aground in a harbor on the Eritrean coast.[1]   I disembarked; there came to my mind other mornings, long in the past, when I had also looked out over the Red Sea - when I was a Roman tribune, and fever and magic and inactivity consumed the soldiers. Outside the City I saw a spring; impelled by habit, I tasted its clear water. As I scaled the steep bank beside it, a thorny tree scratched the back of my hand. The unaccustomed pain seemed exceedingly sharp. Incredulous, speechless, and in joy, I contemplated the precious formation of a slow drop of blood. I am once more mortal, I told myself over and over, again I am like all other men. That night, I slept until daybreak.   ... A year has passed, and I reread these pages. I can attest that they do not stray beyond the bounds of truth, although in the first chapters, and even in certain paragraphs of others, I believe I detect a certain falseness. That is due, perhaps, to an over-employment of circumstantial details, a way of writing that I learned from poets; it is a procedure that infects everything with falseness, since there may be a wealth of details in the event, yet not in memory.... I believe, nonetheless, that I have discovered a more private and inward reason. I will reveal it; it does not matter that I may be judged a fantast.   The story I have told seems unreal because the experiences of two different men are intermingled in it. In the first chapter, the horseman wishes to know the name of the river that runs beside the walls of Thebes; Flaminius Rufus, who had bestowed upon the City the epithet "hundred-gated," tells him that the river is the "Egypt"; neither of those statements belongs to him, but rather to Homer, who in the Iliad expressly mentions "Thebes Hekatompylos" and who in the Odyssey, through the mouths of Proteus and Ulysses, invariably calls the Nile the "Egypt." In the second chapter, when the Roman drinks the immortal water he speaks a few words in Greek. Those words are also Homeric; they may be found at the end of the famous catalog of the ships. Later, in the dizzying palace, he speaks of "a reproof that was almost remorse"; those words, too, belong to Homer, who had foreseen such a horror. Such anomalies disturbed me; others, of an aesthetic nature, allowed me to discover the truth. The clues of this latter type may be found in the last chapter, which says that I fought at Stamford Bridge, that in Bulaq I transcribed the voyages of Sindbad the Sailor, and that in Aberdeen I subscribed to Pope's English Iliad.   The text says, inter alia: "In Bikanir I have taught astrology, as I have in Bohemia." None of those statements is false; what is significant is the fact of their having been chosen to record. The first seems to befit a man of war, but then one sees that the narrator pays little attention to the war, much more to the fate of the men. The "facts" that follow are even more curious. A dark yet elemental reason led me to put them to paper: I knew they were pathetic. They are not pathetic when narrated by the Roman Flaminius Rufus; they are when narrated by Homer. It is odd that Homer, in the thirteenth century, should have copied down the adventures of Sindbad - another Ulysses - and again after many hundreds of years have discovered forms like those of his own Iliad in a northern kingdom and a barbaric tongue. As for the sentence that contains the name "Bikanir," one can see that it has been composed by a man of letters desirous (like the author of the catalog of ships) of wielding splendid words.[2]

The_Monadology, #unset, #Vemana, #unset       85. Whence it is easy to conclude that the totality [assemblage] of all spirits [esprits] must compose the City of God, that is to say, the most perfect State that is possible, under the most perfect of   Monarchs. (Theod. 146; Abrege, Object. 2.)

The_One_Who_Walks_Away, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   Reproduced from Ursula K. Le Guin's The Wind's Twelve Quarters collection of short stories.   WITH a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the City   Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In   --   the swallows' crossing flights over the music and the singing. All the processions wound   towards the north side of the City, where on the great water-meadow called the Green Fields   boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mud-stained feet and ankles and long, lithe arms,   --   banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the   broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the City streets, farther and   nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time   --   that is puritanical. For those who like it, the faint insistent sweetness of drooz may perfume   the ways of the City, drooz which first brings a great lightness and brilliance to the mind and   limbs, and then after some hours a dreamy languor, and wonderful visions at last of the very   --   and flowers in the wind. The Festival of Summer has begun.   Do you believe? Do you accept the festival, the City, the joy? No? Then let me describe one   more thing.   --   falls silent for a day or two, and then leaves home. These people go out into the street, and   walk down the street alone. They keep walking, and walk straight out of the City of Omelas,   Page 5/5   --   Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go   towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the City of happiness. I cannot   describe it at all. It is possible that it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are

The_Pilgrims_Progress, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   Now, he had not run far from his own door, but his wife and children, perceiving it, began to cry after him to return; but the man put his fingers in his ears, and ran on, crying, Life! life! eternal life! [Luke 14:26] So he looked not behind him, but fled towards the middle of the plain. [Gen. 19:17]   {19} The neighbours also came out to see him run [Jer. 20:10]; and, as he ran, some mocked, others threatened, and some cried after him to return; and, among those that did so, there were two that resolved to fetch him back by force. The name of the one was Obstinate and the name of the other Pliable. Now, by this time, the man was got a good distance from them; but, however, they were resolved to pursue him, which they did, and in a little time they overtook him. Then said the man, Neighbours, wherefore are ye come? They said, To persuade you to go back with us. But he said, That can by no means be; you dwell, said he, in the City of Destruction, the place also where I was born: I see it to be so; and, dying there, sooner or later, you will sink lower than the grave, into a place that burns with fire and brimstone: be content, good neighbours, and go along with me.   {20} OBST. What! said Obstinate, and leave our friends and our comforts behind us?   --   HELP. Then said he, Give me thy hand: so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon sound ground, and bid him go on his way. [Ps. 40:2]   {33} Then I stepped to him that plucked him out, and said, Sir, wherefore, since over this place is the way from the City of Destruction to yonder gate, is it that this plat is not mended, that poor travellers might go thither with more security? And he said unto me, This miry slough is such a place as cannot be mended; it is the descent whither the scum and filth that attends conviction for sin doth continually run, and therefore it is called the Slough of Despond; for still, as the sinner is awakened about his lost condition, there ariseth in his soul many fears, and doubts, and discouraging apprehensions, which all of them get together, and settle in this place. And this is the reason of the badness of this ground.   {34} It is not the pleasure of the King that this place should remain so bad. [Isa. 35:3,4] His labourers also have, by the direction of His Majesty's surveyors, been for above these sixteen hundred years employed about this patch of ground, if perhaps it might have been mended: yea, and to my knowledge, said he, here have been swallowed up at least twenty thousand cart-loads, yea, millions of wholesome instructions, that have at all seasons been brought from all places of the King's dominions, and they that can tell, say they are the best materials to make good ground of the place; if so be, it might have been mended, but it is the Slough of Despond still, and so will be when they have done what they can.   --   {36} Now, I saw in my dream, that by this time Pliable was got home to his house again, so that his neighbours came to visit him; and some of them called him wise man for coming back, and some called him fool for hazarding himself with Christian: others again did mock at his cowardliness; saying, Surely, since you began to venture, I would not have been so base to have given out for a few difficulties. So Pliable sat sneaking among them. But at last he got more confidence, and then they all turned their tales, and began to deride poor Christian behind his back. And thus much concerning Pliable.   {37} Now, as Christian was walking solitarily by himself, he espied one afar off, come crossing over the field to meet him; and their hap was to meet just as they were crossing the way of each other. The gentleman's name that met him was Mr. Worldly Wiseman, he dwelt in the town of Carnal Policy, a very great town, and also hard by from whence Christian came. This man, then, meeting with Christian, and having some inkling of him,--for Christian's setting forth from the City of Destruction was much noised abroad, not only in the town where he dwelt, but also it began to be the town talk in some other places,--Mr. Worldly Wiseman, therefore, having some guess of him, by beholding his laborious going, by observing his sighs and groans, and the like, began thus to enter into some talk with Christian.   {38} WORLD. How now, good fellow, whither away after this burdened manner?   --   {47} And now he began to be sorry that he had taken Mr. Worldly Wiseman's counsel. And with that he saw Evangelist coming to meet him; at the sight also of whom he began to blush for shame. So Evangelist drew nearer and nearer; and coming up to him, he looked upon him with a severe and dreadful countenance, and thus began to reason with Christian.   {48} EVAN. What dost thou here, Christian? said he: at which words Christian knew not what to answer; wherefore at present he stood speechless before him. Then said Evangelist further, Art not thou the man that I found crying without the walls of the City of Destruction?   CHR. Yes, dear Sir, I am the man.   --   At last there came a grave person to the gate, named Good-will, who asked who was there? and whence he came? and what he would have?   {61} CHR. Here is a poor burdened sinner. I come from the City of Destruction, but am going to Mount Zion, that I may be delivered from the wrath to come. I would therefore, Sir, since I am informed that by this gate is the way thither, know if you are willing to let me in?   GOOD-WILL. I am willing with all my heart, said he; and with that he opened the gate.   --   {71} CHR. Sir, here is a traveller, who was bid by an acquaintance of the good-man of this house to call here for my profit; I would therefore speak with the master of the house. So he called for the master of the house, who, after a little time, came to Christian, and asked him what he would have.   CHR. Sir, said Christian, I am a man that am come from the City of Destruction, and am going to the Mount Zion; and I was told by the man that stands at the gate, at the head of this way, that if I called here, you would show me excellent things, such as would be a help to me in my journey.   {72} INTER. Then said the Interpreter, Come in; I will show that which will be profitable to thee. So he commanded his man to light the candle, and bid Christian follow him: so he had him into a private room, and bid his man open a door; the which when he had done, Christian saw the picture of a very grave person hang up against the wall; and this was the fashion of it. It had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written upon his lips, the world was behind his back. It stood as if it pleaded with men, and a crown of gold did hang over his head.   --   CHR. Yes, and they put me in hope and fear.   INTER. Well, keep all things so in thy mind that they may be as a goad in thy sides, to prick thee forward in the way thou must go. Then Christian began to gird up his loins, and to address himself to his journey. Then said the Interpreter, The Comforter be always with thee, good Christian, to guide thee in the way that leads to the City. So Christian went on his way, saying--   "Here I have seen things rare and profitable; Things pleasant, dreadful, things to make me stable In what I have begun to take in hand; Then let me think on them, and understand Wherefore they showed me were, and let me be Thankful, O good Interpreter, to thee."   --   FORM. and HYP. They said, That to go to the gate for entrance was, by all their countrymen, counted too far about; and that, therefore, their usual way was to make a short cut of it, and to climb over the wall, as they had done.   CHR. But will it not be counted a trespass against the Lord of the City whither we are bound, thus to violate his revealed will?   {99} FORM. and HYP. They told him, that, as for that, he needed not to trouble his head thereabout; for what they did they had custom for; and could produce, if need were, testimony that would witness it for more than a thousand years.   --   {100} To this they made him but little answer; only they bid him look to himself. Then I saw that they went on every man in his way without much conference one with another, save that these two men told Christian, that as to laws and ordinances, they doubted not but they should as conscientiously do them as he; therefore, said they, we see not wherein thou differest from us but by the coat that is on thy back, which was, as we trow, given thee by some of thy neighbours, to hide the shame of thy nakedness.   {101} CHR. By laws and ordinances you will not be saved, since you came not in by the door. [Gal. 2:16] And as for this coat that is on my back, it was given me by the Lord of the place whither I go; and that, as you say, to cover my nakedness with. And I take it as a token of his kindness to me; for I had nothing but rags before. And besides, thus I comfort myself as I go: Surely, think I, when I come to the gate of the City, the Lord thereof will know me for good since I have this coat on my back--a coat that he gave me freely in the day that he stripped me of my rags. I have, moreover, a mark in my forehead, of which, perhaps, you have taken no notice, which one of my Lord's most intimate associates fixed there in the day that my burden fell off my shoulders. I will tell you, moreover, that I had then given me a roll, sealed, to comfort me by reading as I go on the way; I was also bid to give it in at the Celestial Gate, in token of my certain going in after it; all which things, I doubt, you want, and want them because you came not in at the gate.   {102} To these things they gave him no answer; only they looked upon each other, and laughed. Then, I saw that they went on all, save that Christian kept before, who had no more talk but with himself, and that sometimes sighingly, and sometimes comfortably; also he would be often reading in the roll that one of the Shining Ones gave him, by which he was refreshed.   --   {105} I looked, then, after Christian, to see him go up the hill, where I perceived he fell from running to going, and from going to clambering upon his hands and his knees, because of the steepness of the place. Now, about the midway to the top of the hill was a pleasant arbour, made by the Lord of the hill for the refreshing of weary travellers; thither, therefore, Christian got, where also he sat down to rest him. Then he pulled his roll out of his bosom, and read therein to his comfort; he also now began afresh to take a review of the coat or garment that was given him as he stood by the cross. Thus pleasing himself awhile, he at last fell into a slumber, and thence into a fast sleep, which detained him in that place until it was almost night; and in his sleep, his roll fell out of his hand. Now, as he was sleeping, there came one to him, and awaked him, saying, Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise. [Prov. 6:6] And with that Christian started up, and sped him on his way, and went apace, till he came to the top of the hill.   {106} Now, when he was got up to the top of the hill, there came two men running to meet him amain; the name of the one was Timorous, and of the other, Mistrust; to whom Christian said, Sirs, what's the matter? You run the wrong way. Timorous answered, that they were going to the City of Zion, and had got up that difficult place; but, said he, the further we go, the more danger we meet with; wherefore we turned, and are going back again.   Yes, said Mistrust, for just before us lie a couple of lions in the way, whether sleeping or waking we know not, and we could not think, if we came within reach, but they would presently pull us in pieces.   --   {111} Then I saw that he went on, trembling for fear of the lions, but taking good heed to the directions of the porter; he heard them roar, but they did him no harm. Then he clapped his hands, and went on till he came and stood before the gate where the porter was. Then said Christian to the porter, Sir, what house is this? And may I lodge here to-night? The porter answered, This house was built by the Lord of the hill, and he built it for the relief and security of pilgrims. The porter also asked whence he was, and whither he was going.   {112} CHR. I am come from the City of Destruction, and am going to Mount Zion; but because the sun is now set, I desire, if I may, to lodge here to-night.   POR. What is your name?   --   POR. Well, I will call out one of the virgins of this place, who will, if she likes your talk, bring you into the rest of the family, according to the rules of the house. So Watchful, the porter, rang a bell, at the sound of which came out at the door of the house, a grave and beautiful damsel, named Discretion, and asked why she was called.   {114} The porter answered, This man is in a journey from the City of Destruction to Mount Zion, but being weary and benighted, he asked me if he might lodge here to-night; so I told him I would call for thee, who, after discourse had with him, mayest do as seemeth thee good, even according to the law of the house.   {115} Then she asked him whence he was, and whither he was going, and he told her. She asked him also how he got into the way; and he told her. Then she asked him what he had seen and met with in the way; and he told, her. And last she asked his name; so he said, It is Christian, and I have so much the more a desire to lodge here to-night, because, by what I perceive, this place was built by the Lord of the hill for the relief and security of pilgrims. So she smiled, but the water stood in her eyes; and after a little pause, she said, I will call forth two or three more of the family. So she ran to the door, and called out Prudence, Piety, and Charity, who, after a little more discourse with him, had him into the family; and many of them, meeting him at the threshold of the house, said, Come in, thou blessed of the Lord; this house was built by the Lord of the hill, on purpose to entertain such pilgrims in. Then he bowed his head, and followed them into the house. So when he was come in and sat down, they gave him something to drink, and consented together, that until supper was ready, some of them should have some particular discourse with Christian, for the best improvement of time; and they appointed Piety, and Prudence, and Charity to discourse with him; and thus they began:   --   {143} APOL. Whence come you? and whither are you bound?   CHR. I am come from the City of Destruction, which is the place of all evil, and am going to the City of Zion.   APOL. By this I perceive thou art one of my subjects, for all that country is mine, and I am the prince and god of it. How is it, then, that thou hast run away from thy king? Were it not that I hope thou mayest do me more service, I would strike thee now, at one blow, to the ground.   --   FAITH. I had thought, dear friend, to have had your company quite from our town; but you did get the start of me, wherefore I was forced to come thus much of the way alone.   CHR. How long did you stay in the City of Destruction before you set out after me on your pilgrimage?   FAITH. Till I could stay no longer; for there was great talk presently after you were gone out that our city would, in short time, with fire from heaven, be burned down to the ground.   --   CHR. And what said the neighbours to him?   FAITH. He hath, since his going back, been had greatly in derision, and that among all sorts of people; some do mock and despise him; and scarce will any set him on work. He is now seven times worse than if he had never gone out of the City.   CHR. But why should they be so set against him, since they also despise the way that he forsook?   --   FAITH. I met him once in the streets, but he leered away on the other side, as one ashamed of what he had done; so I spake not to him.   {173} CHR. Well, at my first setting out, I had hopes of that man; but now I fear he will perish in the overthrow of the City; for it is happened to him according to the true proverb, "The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed, to her wallowing in the mire." [2 Pet. 2:22]   FAITH. These are my fears of him too; but who can hinder that which will be?   --   {216} This fair is no new-erected business, but a thing of ancient standing; I will show you the original of it.   Almost five thousand years agone, there were pilgrims walking to the Celestial City, as these two honest persons are: and Beelzebub, Apollyon, and Legion, with their companions, perceiving by the path that the pilgrims made, that their way to the City lay through this town of Vanity, they contrived here to set up a fair; a fair wherein, should be sold all sorts of vanity, and that it should last all the year long: therefore at this fair are all such merchandise sold, as houses, lands, trades, places, honours, preferments, titles, countries, kingdoms, lusts, pleasures, and delights of all sorts, as whores, bawds, wives, husbands, children, masters, servants, lives, blood, bodies, souls, silver, gold, pearls, precious stones, and what not.   And, moreover, at this fair there is at all times to be seen juggling cheats, games, plays, fools, apes, knaves, and rogues, and that of every kind.   --   {217} And as in other fairs of less moment, there are the several rows and streets, under their proper names, where such and such wares are vended; so here likewise you have the proper places, rows, streets, (viz. countries and kingdoms), where the wares of this fair are soonest to be found. Here is the Britain Row, the French Row, the Italian Row, the Spanish Row, the German Row, where several sorts of vanities are to be sold. But, as in other fairs, some one commodity is as the chief of all the fair, so the ware of Rome and her merchandise is greatly promoted in this fair; only our English nation, with some others, have taken a dislike thereat.   {218} Now, as I said, the way to the Celestial City lies just through this town where this lusty fair is kept; and he that will go to the City, and yet not go through this town, must needs go out of the world. [1 Cor. 5:10] The Prince of princes himself, when here, went through this town to his own country, and that upon a fair day too; yea, and as I think, it was Beelzebub, the chief lord of this fair, that invited him to buy of his vanities; yea, would have made him lord of the fair, would he but have done him reverence as he went through the town. [Matt. 4:8, Luke 4:5-7] Yea, because he was such a person of honour, Beelzebub had him from street to street, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world in a little time, that he might, if possible, allure the Blessed One to cheapen and buy some of his vanities; but he had no mind to the merchandise, and therefore left the town, without laying out so much as one farthing upon these vanities. This fair, therefore, is an ancient thing, of long standing, and a very great fair.   {219} Now these pilgrims, as I said, must needs go through this fair. Well, so they did: but, behold, even as they entered into the fair, all the people in the fair were moved, and the town itself as it were in a hubbub about them; and that for several reasons: for--   --   {306} When they were about to depart, one of the Shepherds gave them a note of the way. Another of them bid them beware of the Flatterer. The third bid them take heed that they sleep not upon the Enchanted Ground. And the fourth bid them God-speed. So I awoke from my dream.   {307} And I slept, and dreamed again, and saw the same two Pilgrims going down the mountains along the highway towards the City. Now, a little below these mountains, on the left hand, lieth the country of Conceit; from which country there comes into the way in which the Pilgrims walked, a little crooked lane. Here, therefore, they met with a very brisk lad, that came out of that country; and his name was Ignorance. So Christian asked him from what parts he came, and whither he was going.   {308} IGNOR. Sir, I was born in the country that lieth off there a little on the left hand, and I am going to the Celestial City.   --   IGNOR. I know my Lord's will, and I have been a good liver; I pay every man his own; I pray, fast, pay tithes, and give alms, and have left my country for whither I am going.   {309} CHR. But thou camest not in at the wicket-gate that is at the head of this way; thou camest in hither through that same crooked lane, and therefore, I fear, however thou mayest think of thyself, when the reckoning day shall come, thou wilt have laid to thy charge that thou art a thief and a robber, instead of getting admittance into the City.   IGNOR. Gentlemen, ye be utter strangers to me, I know you not; be content and follow the religion of your country, and I will follow the religion of mine. I hope all will be well. And as for the gate that you talk of, all the world knows that that is a great way off of our country. I cannot think that any man in all our parts doth so much as know the way to it, nor need they matter whether they do or no, since we have, as you see, a fine, pleasant green lane, that comes down from our country, the next way into the way.   --   {311} So they both went on, and Ignorance he came after. Now when they had passed him a little way, they entered into a very dark lane, where they met a man whom seven devils had bound with seven strong cords, and were carrying of him back to the door that they saw on the side of the hill. [Matt. 12:45, Prov. 5:22] Now good Christian began to tremble, and so did Hopeful his companion; yet as the devils led away the man, Christian looked to see if he knew him; and he thought it might be one Turn-away, that dwelt in the town of Apostasy. But he did not perfectly see his face, for he did hang his head like a thief that is found. But being once past, Hopeful looked after him, and espied on his back a paper with this inscription, "Wanton professor and damnable apostate".   Then said Christian to his fellow, Now I call to remembrance, that which was told me of a thing that happened to a good man hereabout. The name of the man was Little-faith, but a good man, and he dwelt in the town of Sincere. The thing was this:--At the entering in at this passage, there comes down from Broad-way Gate, a lane called Dead Man's Lane; so called because of the murders that are commonly done there; and this Little-faith going on pilgrimage, as we do now, chanced to sit down there, and slept. Now there happened, at that time, to come down the lane, from Broad-way Gate, three sturdy rogues, and their names were Faint-heart, Mistrust, and Guilt, (three brothers), and they espying Little-faith, where he was, came galloping up with speed. Now the good man was just awake from his sleep, and was getting up to go on his journey. So they came up all to him, and with threatening language bid him stand. At this Little-faith looked as white as a clout, and had neither power to fight nor fly. Then said Faint-heart, Deliver thy purse. But he making no haste to do it (for he was loath to lose his money), Mistrust ran up to him, and thrusting his hand into his pocket, pulled out thence a bag of silver. Then he cried out, Thieves! Thieves! With that Guilt, with a great club that was in his hand, struck Little-faith on the head, and with that blow felled him flat to the ground, where he lay bleeding as one that would bleed to death. All this while the thieves stood by. But, at last, they hearing that some were upon the road, and fearing lest it should be one Great-grace, that dwells in the City of Good-confidence, they betook themselves to their heels, and left this good man to shift for himself. Now, after a while, Little-faith came to himself, and getting up, made shift to scrabble on his way. This was the story.   {312} HOPE. But did they take from him all that ever he had?   --   Over ten thousand, else scarce over three.   {328} So they went on and Ignorance followed. They went then till they came at a place where they saw a way put itself into their way, and seemed withal to lie as straight as the way which they should go: and here they knew not which of the two to take, for both seemed straight before them; therefore, here they stood still to consider. And as they were thinking about the way, behold a man, black of flesh, but covered with a very light robe, came to them, and asked them why they stood there. They answered they were going to the Celestial City, but knew not which of these ways to take. Follow me, said the man, it is thither that I am going. So they followed him in the way that but now came into the road, which by degrees turned, and turned them so from the City that they desired to go to, that, in little time, their faces were turned away from it; yet they followed him. But by and by, before they were aware, he led them both within the compass of a net, in which they were both so entangled that they knew not what to do; and with that the white robe fell off the black man's back. Then they saw where they were. Wherefore, there they lay crying some time, for they could not get themselves out.   {329} CHR. Then said Christian to his fellow, Now do I see myself in error. Did not the Shepherds bid us beware of the flatterers? As is the saying of the wise man, so we have found it this day. A man that flattereth his neighbour, spreadeth a net for his feet. [Prov. 29:5]   --   Hopeful's gracious answer   Hope. Take heed, he is one of the flatterers; remember what it hath cost us once already for our hearkening to such kind of fellows. What! no Mount Zion? Did we not see, from the Delectable Mountains the gate of the City? Also, are we not now to walk by faith? Let us go on, said Hopeful, lest the man with the whip overtake us again. [2 Cor. 5:7] You should have taught me that lesson, which I will round you in the ears withal: "Cease, my son, to hear the instruction that causeth to err from the words of knowledge." [Prov. 19:27] I say, my brother, cease to hear him, and let us "believe to the saving of the soul". [Heb. 10:39]   {335} CHR. My brother, I did not put the question to thee for that I doubted of the truth of our belief myself, but to prove thee, and to fetch from thee a fruit of the honesty of thy heart. As for this man, I know that he is blinded by the god of this world. Let thee and I go on, knowing that we have belief of the truth, "and no lie is of the truth". [1 John 2:21]   --   9. And then, being hardened, they show themselves as they are. Thus, being launched again into the gulf of misery, unless a miracle of grace prevent it, they everlastingly perish in their own deceivings.   {382} Now I saw in my dream, that by this time the Pilgrims were got over the Enchanted Ground, and entering into the country of Beulah, whose air was very sweet and pleasant, the way lying directly through it, they solaced themselves there for a season. Yea, here they heard continually the singing of birds, and saw every day the flowers appear on the earth, and heard the voice of the turtle in the land. [Isa. 62:4, Song of Solomon 2:10-12] In this country the sun shineth night and day; wherefore this was beyond the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and also out of the reach of Giant Despair, neither could they from this place so much as see Doubting Castle. Here they were within sight of the City they were going to, also here met them some of the inhabitants thereof; for in this land the Shining Ones commonly walked, because it was upon the borders of heaven. In this land also, the contract between the bride and the bridegroom was renewed; yea, here, "As the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so did their God rejoice over them." [Isa. 62:5] Here they had no want of corn and wine; for in this place they met with abundance of what they had sought for in all their pilgrimage. [Isa. 62:8] Here they heard voices from out of the City, loud voices, saying, "'Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Behold, thy salvation cometh! Behold, his reward is with him!' Here all the inhabitants of the country called them, 'The holy people, The redeemed of the Lord, Sought out'", etc. [Isa. 62:11,12]   {383} Now as they walked in this land, they had more rejoicing than in parts more remote from the kingdom to which they were bound; and drawing near to the City, they had yet a more perfect view thereof. It was builded of pearls and precious stones, also the street thereof was paved with gold; so that by reason of the natural glory of the City, and the reflection of the sunbeams upon it, Christian with desire fell sick; Hopeful also had a fit or two of the same disease. Wherefore, here they lay by it a while, crying out, because of their pangs, If ye find my beloved, tell him that I am sick of love.   {384} But, being a little strengthened, and better able to bear their sickness, they walked on their way, and came yet nearer and nearer, where were orchards, vineyards, and gardens, and their gates opened into the highway. Now, as they came up to these places, behold the gardener stood in the way, to whom the Pilgrims said, Whose goodly vineyards and gardens are these? He answered, They are the King's, and are planted here for his own delight, and also for the solace of pilgrims. So the gardener had them into the vineyards, and bid them refresh themselves with the dainties. [Deut. 23:24] He also showed them there the King's walks, and the arbours where he delighted to be; and here they tarried and slept.   {385} Now I beheld in my dream that they talked more in their sleep at this time than ever they did in all their journey; and being in a muse thereabout, the gardener said even to me, Wherefore musest thou at the matter? It is the nature of the fruit of the grapes of these vineyards to go down so sweetly as to cause the lips of them that are asleep to speak.   {386} So I saw that when they awoke, they addressed themselves to go up to the City; but, as I said, the reflection of the sun upon the City (for the City was pure gold) was so extremely glorious that they could not, as yet, with open face behold it, but through an instrument made for that purpose. So I saw, that as I went on, there met them two men, in raiment that shone like gold; also their faces shone as the light. [Rev. 21:18, 2 Cor. 3:18]   {387} These men asked the Pilgrims whence they came; and they told them. They also asked them where they had lodged, what difficulties and dangers, what comforts and pleasures they had met in the way; and they told them. Then said the men that met them, You have but two difficulties more to meet with, and then you are in the City.   {388} Christian then, and his companion, asked the men to go along with them; so they told them they would. But, said they, you must obtain it by your own faith. So I saw in my dream that they went on together, until they came in sight of the gate.   --   {393} Then I saw in my dream, that Christian was as in a muse a while. To whom also Hopeful added this word, Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole; and with that Christian brake out with a loud voice, Oh, I see him again! and he tells me, "When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee, and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee." [Isa. 43:2] Then they both took courage, and the enemy was after that as still as a stone, until they were gone over. Christian therefore presently found ground to stand upon, and so it followed that the rest of the river was but shallow. Thus they got over. Now, upon the bank of the river, on the other side, they saw the two shining men again, who there waited for them; wherefore, being come out of the river, they saluted them, saying, We are ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for those that shall be heirs of salvation. Thus they went along towards the gate.   {394} Now you must note that the City stood upon a mighty hill, but the Pilgrims went up that hill with ease, because they had these two men to lead them up by the arms; also, they had left their mortal garments behind them in the river, for though they went in with them, they came out without them. They, therefore, went up here with much agility and speed, though the foundation upon which the City was framed was higher than the clouds. They therefore went up through the regions of the air, sweetly talking as they went, being comforted, because they safely got over the river, and had such glorious companions to attend them.   Now, now, look how the holy pilgrims ride, Clouds are their chariots, angels are their guide: Who would not here for him all hazards run, That thus provides for his when this world's done?   {395} The talk they had with the Shining Ones was about the glory of the place; who told them that the beauty and glory of it was inexpressible. There, said they, is the Mount Zion, the heavenly Jerusalem, the innumerable company of angels, and the spirits of just men made perfect. [Heb. 12:22-24] You are going now, said they, to the paradise of God, wherein you shall see the tree of life, and eat of the never-fading fruits thereof; and when you come there, you shall have white robes given you, and your walk and talk shall be every day with the King, even all the days of eternity. [Rev. 2:7, 3:4, 21:4,5] There you shall not see again such things as you saw when you were in the lower region upon the earth, to wit, sorrow, sickness, affliction, and death, for the former things are passed away. You are now going to Abraham, to Isaac, and Jacob, and to the prophets--men that God hath taken away from the evil to come, and that are now resting upon their beds, each one walking in his righteousness. [Isa. 57:1,2, 65:17] The men then asked, What must we do in the holy place? To whom it was answered, You must there receive the comforts of all your toil, and have joy for all your sorrow; you must reap what you have sown, even the fruit of all your prayers, and tears, and sufferings for the King by the way. [Gal. 6:7] In that place you must wear crowns of gold, and enjoy the perpetual sight and vision of the Holy One, for there you shall see him as he is. [1 John 3:2] There also you shall serve him continually with praise, with shouting, and thanksgiving, whom you desired to serve in the world, though with much difficulty, because of the infirmity of your flesh. There your eyes shall be delighted with seeing, and your ears with hearing the pleasant voice of the Mighty One. There you shall enjoy your friends again that are gone thither before you; and there you shall with joy receive, even every one that follows into the holy place after you. There also shall you be clothed with glory and majesty, and put into an equipage fit to ride out with the King of Glory. When he shall come with sound of trumpet in the clouds, as upon the wings of the wind, you shall come with him; and when he shall sit upon the throne of judgment; you shall sit by him; yea, and when he shall pass sentence upon all the workers of iniquity, let them be angels or men, you also shall have a voice in that judgment, because they were his and your enemies. [1 Thes. 4:13-16, Jude 1:14, Dan. 7:9,10, 1 Cor. 6:2,3] Also, when he shall again return to the City, you shall go too, with sound of trumpet, and be ever with him.   {396} Now while they were thus drawing towards the gate, behold a company of the heavenly host came out to meet them; to whom it was said, by the other two Shining Ones, These are the men that have loved our Lord when they were in the world, and that have left all for his holy name; and he hath sent us to fetch them, and we have brought them thus far on their desired journey, that they may go in and look their Redeemer in the face with joy. Then the heavenly host gave a great shout, saying, "Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb." [Rev. 19:9] There came out also at this time to meet them, several of the King's trumpeters, clothed in white and shining raiment, who, with melodious noises, and loud, made even the heavens to echo with their sound. These trumpeters saluted Christian and his fellow with ten thousand welcomes from the world; and this they did with shouting, and sound of trumpet.   {397} This done, they compassed them round on every side; some went before, some behind, and some on the right hand, some on the left, (as it were to guard them through the upper regions), continually sounding as they went, with melodious noise, in notes on high: so that the very sight was, to them that could behold it, as if heaven itself was come down to meet them. Thus, therefore, they walked on together; and as they walked, ever and anon these trumpeters, even with joyful sound, would, by mixing their music with looks and gestures, still signify to Christian and his brother, how welcome they were into their company, and with what gladness they came to meet them; and now were these two men, as it were, in heaven, before they came at it, being swallowed up with the sight of angels, and with hearing of their melodious notes. Here also they had the City itself in view, and they thought they heard all the bells therein to ring, to welcome them thereto. But above all, the warm and joyful thoughts that they had about their own dwelling there, with such company, and that for ever and ever. Oh, by what tongue or pen can their glorious joy be expressed! And thus they came up to the gate.   {398} Now, when they were come up to the gate, there was written over it in letters of gold, "Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the City." [Rev. 22:14]   {399} Then I saw in my dream that the Shining Men bid them call at the gate; the which, when they did, some looked from above over the gate, to wit, Enoch, Moses, and Elijah, &c., to whom it was said, These pilgrims are come from the City of Destruction, for the love that they bear to the King of this place; and then the Pilgrims gave in unto them each man his certificate, which they had received in the beginning; those, therefore, were carried in to the King, who, when he had read them, said, Where are the men? To whom it was answered, They are standing without the gate. The King then commanded to open the gate, "That the righteous nation," said he, "which keepeth the truth, may enter in." [Isa. 26:2]   {400} Now I saw in my dream that these two men went in at the gate: and lo, as they entered, they were transfigured, and they had raiment put on that shone like gold. There was also that met them with harps and crowns, and gave them to them--the harps to praise withal, and the crowns in token of honour. Then I heard in my dream that all the bells in the City rang again for joy, and that it was said unto them, "ENTER YE INTO THE JOY OF YOUR LORD." I also heard the men themselves, that they sang with a loud voice, saying, "BLESSING AND HONOUR, AND GLORY, AND POWER, BE UNTO HIM THAT SITTETH UPON THE THRONE, AND UNTO THE LAMB, FOR EVER AND EVER." [Rev. 5:13]   {401} Now, just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and, behold, the City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men, with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal.   {402} There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord." [Rev. 4:8] And after that they shut up the gates; which, when I had seen, I wished myself among them.   {403} Now while I was gazing upon all these things, I turned my head to look back, and saw Ignorance come up to the river side; but he soon got over, and that without half that difficulty which the other two men met with. For it happened that there was then in that place, one Vain-hope, a ferryman, that with his boat helped him over; so he, as the other I saw, did ascend the hill, to come up to the gate, only he came alone; neither did any man meet him with the least encouragement. When he was come up to the gate, he looked up to the writing that was above, and then began to knock, supposing that entrance should have been quickly administered to him; but he was asked by the men that looked over the top of the gate, Whence came you, and what would you have? He answered, I have eat and drank in the presence of the King, and he has taught in our streets. Then they asked him for his certificate, that they might go in and show it to the King; so he fumbled in his bosom for one, and found none. Then said they, Have you none? But the man answered never a word. So they told the King, but he would not come down to see him, but commanded the two Shining Ones that conducted Christian and Hopeful to the City, to go out and take Ignorance, and bind him hand and foot, and have him away. Then they took him up, and carried him through the air to the door that I saw in the side of the hill, and put him in there. Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven, as well as from the City of Destruction. So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.

The_Shadow_Out_Of_Time, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   The far horizon was always steamy and indistinct, but I could see that great jungles of   unknown tree-ferns, calamites, lepidodendra, and sigillaria lay outside the City, their   fantastic frondage waving mockingly in the shifting vapours. Now and then there would   --   opportunities - for the Great Race's central archives. The archives were in a colossal   subterranean structure near the City's center, which I came to know well through frequent   labors and consultations. Meant to last as long as the race, and to withstand the fiercest of   --   which barred the entrance of a vast transverse corridor. This, I realised, would take me   under the City to the central archives.   Endless ages seemed to unroll as I stumbled, leaped, and crawled along that debriscluttered corridor. Now and then I could make out carvings on the ages-tained walls some familiar, others seemingly added since the period of my dreams. Since this was a   --   journey.   I dreaded having to repass through the black basalt crypt that was older than the City   itself, where cold draughts welled up from unguarded depths. I thought of that which the

The_Way_of_Perfection, #unset, #Vemana, #unset   hard pressed, retires into a city, which he causes to be well fortified, and whence from time to time   he is able to attack. Those who are in the City are picked men who can do more by themselves than   they could do with the aid of many soldiers if they were cowards. Often this method gains the

Thus_Spoke_Zarathustra_text, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   wade through this mire? Have pity on your foot Rather   spit on the City gate and turn back. Here is hell for a   hermit's thoughts: here great thoughts are boiled alive   --   city which is the great swill room where all the swill   spumes together. Spit on the City of compressed souls   and narrow chests, of popeyes and sticky fingers-on   the City of the obtrusive, the impudent, the scribbleand scream-throats, the overheated ambitious-conceited   -where everything infirm, infamous, lustful, dusky,

Verses_of_Vemana, #is Book, #Vemana, #unset      How can he be a (Brahmin) Divine who knoweth not (Brahma) the Divinity in the City of the Divine egg or universe? To understand by own mind, go to, this is (Brahminity) Divinity.      --      I will fitly teach all that dwell in the earth; that they may know the City (i.e., body) that beholds God is but one. Let not thy mind be corrupt and in it shalt thou gloriously behold Him