<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0017 Suppose it said..</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suppose it said – and, yes<br>it has been said, that<br>you were made to be<br>as much the same, as God, <br>or, The Creator – or<br>some other word that<br>means as much – were made to be<br>as much the same as – That -<br>as any human being could be; that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this, waits for you; it’s there; <br>cease to deny that that is so, <br>and then, it will be so…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">suppose you hear it said; and<br>like the sound of it; then<br>close your eyes for several seconds<br>and open them again; but, it’s all<br>just the same…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">suppose that at that point, <br>you don’t give up, with, as they say, <br>'a snort of derision'; but close your eyes again, <br>and think</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t remember such a big denial<br>all at once; how could a child<br>know what to deny, or why; <br>deny so vast a thing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or could it rather be, a history <br>of many small denials? ah yes, <br>that seems quite possible – like<br>all those things that we put to one side<br>as – so the song goes on – ‘but not for me…’: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some few were overcome – I thought once<br>that riding a bike was Not For Me; <br>but thanks to Dad who proved me wrong, <br>I’ve thousands of miles of the joy of freedom<br>ticking on the cyclometer…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but yes, there’s much that’s labelled<br>Not For Me; once, poetry<br>was labelled, too, so great a thing<br>but Not For Me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">suppose a life<br>without self-deprivation<br>where all these small denials were denied, <br>whom would I be then? Would I be great<br>in so many small acceptances, <br>that all that life might have to offer, <br>should be myself? Would that be joy? <br>I think it could be so.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460452" data-title="0017 Suppose it said.. de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Suppose it said – and, yes it has been said, that you were made to be as much the same, as God, or, The Creator – or some other word that means as much – were made to be as much the same as – That - as any human being could be; that this..."></div> </div> </div>

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