There are many other reasons for deciding to use Linux. But as I think about this question, I'm reminded of a poem by Robinson Jeffers entitled The Beauty of Things. ... reasons, but not the reason.
There are many other reasons for deciding to use Linux. But as I think about this question, I'm reminded of a poem by Robinson Jeffers entitled The Beauty of Things. ... reasons, but not the reason.
He is beautiful beyond belief.
These are real and we see their beauty.
A severed hand Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken.
I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars none of them seems to me important it itself, but only the whole. The whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine. It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions - the world of the spirits.
Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe.
Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.
To feel greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural; Beauty, is the sole business of poetry. The rest's diversion those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas, The love, lust, longing reasons, but not the reason.
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