Friday, November 23, 2012

Blind Willie McTell with the Statesboro Blues...

There is a tie that binds us to our homes...

Pass them pasteboards for me to shuffle every time before you deal, and if it's anything wrong, I must see...
I have often used the comparison that merely to speak of love considering particularly the talking that goes on in the theosophical movement-is like standing in front of a stove and preaching that it shall grow hot, this being its duty as a stove. Even the best of sermons concerning its responsibilities as a stove will not make it grow hot. It will grow hot, however, if we put some wood in it and put a match to it. Basically that is how it is with all preaching of human love, and such preaching will prove hardly more successful when directed at men than a sermon directed at the stove, telling it to grow hot. Such preaching has been done at all times and the results can be seen. But anything that is not mere knowledge of the spiritual world, not mere idea, mere word, but is instead something alive, something active in the word, that is the wood we give to our soul, and it will burn if it is rightly taken in by the soul. This can be learned particularly from conflicts like the present one.

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