Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-26-06 05:19
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God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates
empirically. --Albert Einstein
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel\'s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
\'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!\'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov\'d not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body\'s force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments\' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men\'s pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
I want to make high art that is funny, outrageous and also reveals
the human condition, which is not always high.