But it is one thing to pity the poor in a book, and quite a different thing to pity them in the flesh.
A person's eyes are in the ends of the earth when he occupies his eyes with the affairs of other people and neglects his own. The gossip; the loud-mouthed politician; the satirist who lashes the iniquities of the times, and who himself is the slave of the same vices. A wise man said that ours is an age when every man wants to reform the world and no one is willing to reform himself.
A man's eyes are in the ends of the earth if he is looking forward to the proper use of future time and not making proper use of present time. We all do it.
How easy and pleasant is the duty which is going to be done to-morrow! Some are committing this folly in regard to the most important of all concerns — the concern of the soul and eternity. This is a threefold folly.
The future opportunity may never come. Dressed in rags or peasant clothes, he relates to the common man. With a witty intelligence and clever thinking, his strengths lie in the mental mind, putting on a show, playing off of others, and keeping things light instead of too precious.
Do any of the characteristics of the fool resonate with you? Where might we need to call on these energies to infuse certain areas of our lives with this spritely and brave energy?
After the cold hibernation time of winter, do you feel stuck in a pattern or a rut? Where have we gotten too serious and need a little more light-hearted, playful energy?
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No tricks about that! I'd love to hear from you - send me a note or a comment below! When I awake, it is light outside.
I walk outside the lodge and look down to see a cut tree stump with a plant growing up from it and several mushrooms attached. I start to cry at the beauty of this that I somehow had forgotten because I have been playing the asleep game since I was a child. He used to have a normal human name.
But, listening to the breeze in South American's jungles, he was told to shed attachments fully to ego, and to now be called Wind. A life-long vagabond and spiritual seeker, he thought this name was pretty cool.
Recently he completed a trek to the Amazonia and Andes in South America where many things happened, including a complete Life and Spiritual transformation.