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Subject: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:11 pm
An interesting character.
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:12 pm
Being 'dull' suggests a wisdom of the contrary, does it not?
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:16 pm
Possibly,it depends on how that wisdom is used.
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:18 pm
Wisdom is a gift used always without thought.
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:22 pm
Is it possible to be wise without though ? I doubt it very much.
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:23 pm
Empirism drives through thought to reason and heart, and therein lies wisdom to act without thought.
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:29 pm
I can make little sense of your words,they provoke a feeling that you have a sense of grandeur surrounding yourself .A defense mechanism ?
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:32 pm
You perceive, and indeed, Cyber, it's your perception of me, which governs your understanding of me; and therein lies the truth of me in you: a grandiose being. Flattery is vile.
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:37 pm
I think you flatter yourself. My perception of you is of an intelligent being who is sinking himself into a wretched mess.
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:39 pm
Then bathos is apt and pathos is sent to coventry.
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:52 pm
Quote :
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER
Father of All! in every Age, In every Clime ador'd, By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou Great First Cause, least Understood! Who all my Sense confin'd To know but this, -- that Thou art Good, And that my self am blind:
Yet gave me, in this dark Estate, To see the Good from Ill; And binding Nature fast in Fate, Left free the Human Will.
What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to doe, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heav'n pursue.
What Blessings thy free Bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is pay'd when Man receives, T' enjoy, is to obey.
Yet not to Earth's contracted Span, Thy Goodness let me bound; Or think Thee Lord alone of Man, When thousand Worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy Bolts to throw, And deal Damnation round the land, On each I judge thy Foe.
If I am right, oh teach my heart Still in the right to say; If I am wrong, Thy Grace impart To find that better Way.
Save me alike from foolish Pride, Or impious Discontent, At ought thy Wisdom has deny'd, Or ought thy Goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's Woe; To hide the Fault I see; That Mercy I to others show, That Mercy show to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so Since quicken'd by thy Breath, O lead me wheresoe'er I go, Thro' this day's Life, or Death:
This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot; All else beneath the Sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd, or not; And let Thy Will be done.
To Thee, whose Temple is all Space, Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies: One Chorus let all Being raise! All Nature's Incense rise!
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:54 pm
Very good.
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 1:07 pm
Cyberspace has been banned for using debate to threaten me.
CyberSoul
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Subject: Re: Mr Johnson Sat Apr 04, 2009 3:07 pm
Ive always wondered how many cats ,Mr jonson kept.I reckon he lost count at some point and forgot to feed them.LOL
An Elegy on the Death of Dr Johnson's Favourite Cat
Let not the honest muse disdain For Hodge to wake the plaintive strain. Shall poets prostitute their lays In offering venal Statesmen praise; By them shall flowers Parnassian bloom Around the tyrant's gaudy tomb; And shall not Hodge's memory claim Of innocence the candid fame; Shall not his worth a poem fill, Who never thought, nor uttered ill; Who by his manner when caressed Warmly his gratitude expressed; And never failed his thanks to purr Whene'er he stroaked his fable furr? The general conduct if we trace Of our articulating race, Hodge's, example we shall find A keen reproof of human kind. He lived in town, yet ne'er got drunk, Nor spent one farthing on a punk; He never filched a single groat, Nor bilked a taylor of a coat; His garb when first he drew his breath His dress through life, his shroud in death. Of human speech to have the power, To move on two legs, not on four; To view with unobstructed eye The verdant field, the azure sky Favoured by luxury to wear The velvet gown, the golden glare - --If honour from these gifts we claim, Chartres had too severe a fame. But wouldst though, son of Adam, learn Praise from thy noblest powers to earn; Dost thou, with generous pride aspire Thy nature's glory to acquire? Then in thy life exert the man, With moral deed adorn the span; Let virtue in they bosom lodge; Or wish thou hadst been born a Hodg