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The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
Babies do not crythrough choice.It’s just their suffering giving voice;wishing to share itwith someone like you who can bear it. In Latin this someone is called mater. Nowaday’s-English comes much later,and I cannot find a word to translate her. (from … Continue reading
Acharn Suphot is the Temple Warden.Previously he was Headmasterof the Temple School for thirty five years. “In the past, for as long as anyone can remember, children studied the Code of Good Conduct.Thirty years ago, the Government appointed a Christian as Minister of … Continue reading
YOU ARE NOW ENTERING SILOM ROADTHE POLLUTION LEVEL IS VERY HIGH The terracotta pavement is linedwith pradhu trees, the symbol of the Navy,hung with orchids (wooden bananas). Outside a shop called “Modern Optical”with its reflecting rows of à la mode … Continue reading
People differ in awareness of Time.Brazilian Indians have no word for tomorrow.Time is the measure of thingsmoving through space. Where there is nothing moving,not even thoughts,there is no awareness of Time. When a dog sees you after a gap of … Continue reading
Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock.You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
When I was a young manI couldn’t help noticingthat when young dogswanted to matethey spent little if anytime on small talkand conserved their energyby getting down to businessas directlyand economically as possible. My contemporarieson the other hand approached those activities … Continue reading