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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Philosopher's Study</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A very average room, in a standard terrace house: <br>the welcome sunlight- ruthless though -<br>truth itself come down to earth -<br>reveals that the windows<br>could be cleaner; yet, <br>could be dirtier; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">shows up the gentle layer of dust –<br>gentle in its fall, not gentle in its mercy – and<br>not rising from the earth, but<br>falling invisibly over time<br>from the ceiling whose last decorator<br>used a paint less than the best; <br>who ever invited dust? <br>But here it is, inviting in its turn<br>a passing twinge of guilt; it could be<br>a metaphor for the philosophic: <br>dust the mind occasionally, <br>time brings complacency<br>and thoughts grow stale, <br>minds decline…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a stranger or interior designer<br>or feng-shui expert, all too cluttered; <br>too many books for home improvement mags; <br>not books horizontal, but books vertical; <br>one could remember how each comes to be there; <br>for its owner, convenience; occasionally<br>the slight annoyance of a book urgently sought<br>(I mistyped ‘ungently’ there..) <br>requiring the careful craft of extraction<br>from far down in some tottering pile…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here’s beauty of the mind<br>for those with mind to see; <br>and today, the early pale green leaves<br>from the trimming of the Japanese maple, <br>every single leaf looking as if it had been bred<br>by centuries of Japanese devoted to the belief<br>that man and nature, hand in hand, <br>may reveal a beauty beyond both –<br>each leaf tilted delicately towards you as if<br>as a host bowing modestly in welcome at the door -<br>these few leaves take your humbled breath away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this place, the world itself: <br>‘infinite riches in a little room’; <br>as above, so below; as without, so within: <br>here, heaven and earth, all, open to question; <br>here is the human mind at home; <br>meditating; dreaming; waiting in patient hope<br>like those humble maple leaves<br>for some new idea to enter, <br>to expand the loved, mysterious, <br>boundless glory of the world which constantly<br>threatens to shrink all to a tiny, wizened, unwise thing; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while unexpectedly at any time may come<br>a poem, interrupting the philosophy, <br>to say the things that have not yet been said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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the welcome sunlight- ruthless though -
truth itself come down to earth -
reveals that the windows
could be cleaner; yet, 
could be dirtier; 

shows up the gentle layer of dust –
gentle in its f..."></div>
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