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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460478" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0023 The truth about truth, etc.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suppose the Greeks were right –<br>that, though some of us<br>may seek to climb Olympus<br>(the rocky scramble exhilarating<br>in the moist fresh morning, <br>the scent of coffee, baking bread, <br>rising from the valley below, <br>the occasional shout of shepherd to his dog, <br>up higher, the tiptilt goats surprised, <br>and then the mist, the thinning air, <br>the inner urge, ambition<br>fading, as humility, surrender, grow) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that all of us, fully although seemingly in some degree, <br>yearn for the True, the Good, the Beautiful, <br>perhaps not in that order, or at least at first, <br>and believing or not believing<br>that ultimately, we may know the state<br>when in their glory, all these three<br>might merge, be indistinguishable; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for this, no climb is needed, since<br>the gods - the Greeks were sure of this -<br>dwell ever in our hearts; at rest, but<br>waiting for their call, or ours, <br>to show us to ourselves, and bursting forth<br>in what we recognise as enthusiasm..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but for those who love to climb, <br>who love the view, the upper air, <br>the risk, the challenge and the sport -<br>the topmost crags surmounted, <br>the scree no longer playing its game<br>of snakes and ladders with our feet and hearts and minds, <br>the clouds like a white, concealing mystery, <br>now below us; the gods invisible to ground level eyes<br>run eagerly to greet us in our hearts; we now<br>pure oxygen for the others still visible<br>through breaks in the white clouds of poetry, <br>climbing on their way; our hearts breathing pure oxygen for them<br>saying yes the climb is worth it, <br>the Greeks were right.</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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in the moist fresh morning, 
the scent of coffee, baking bread, 
rising from the valley below, 
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