Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince, 1513. “Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.” The great philosopher David Hume recognized that the opinions that support government receive their force from “other principles,” among which he includes fear, but these other principles are “the secondary, not the original principles of government.”
Jalada boondana barasae, The drop of water as rain piya bina ko jiyara tharasae, is like the beloved for whom souls thirst yuun yuun avath morae badariya, the clouds scattered in their journey morae ankhiyan barasae are like tear drops falling from our eyes. pa ni…ga ma re re sa…
Divine Law GOD created man to work for his food, and said that those who ate without work were thieves. Ahimsa is nothing if not a well-balanced exquisite consideration for one’s neighbor and an idle man is wanting in that elementary consideration. ‘In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy bread’ , says the Bible whose understanding of the moral is being rational human beings. Good laws under a free government determined sovereignty in their practice of spirit of truth versus the spirit of error. The spirit of truth in democratic governments, including the one of the Almighty, our creator and the Blessed One in Jerusalem. Epistle-sort of, from Yerushalayim, Israel. Ancient and new.
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll | Poetry Foundation, Jabberwocky.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.