How fortunate the poet was to be blind and not deaf You wished for the wee wind, Ezra, To sweep your words As leaves unto the sky And the wind did come For the old voice lifted itself Weaving an endless sentence You wished for the lamp, Ezra, To guide your path As...
What always amazed me about Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky is not that the poem is centred around nonsense words, but rather, that the nonsense words integrate into the rest of the poem in such a way that the reader feels no urge to inquire into their meanings.
How you have felt, O my brothers, at hearing the goloss of my accusers, I cannot tell; but I know that they made my tongue stuck and almost forgot who I was. Then, it came. I shall just tell you the facts, as they happened. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven after this idea.
Whether or not humans misuse their freedom lies beyond God’s control – for it is logically impossible, even for an omnipotent being, to preserve free will and also make us capable only of doing what is morally right.