A River
The body and its parts are a river
"Everything is just an impression"
Said the Cynic
And the response is obvious enough
But the point is a useful one
If you take it for what it's worth
The soul of man does violence to itself first
When it does its best to become an abscess
A kind of detached growth from the world
To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
Which comprises the nature of all things
To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
And it comprises the nature of all things
The soul of man does violence to itself
When it turns its back on another
Or sets out
To do harm
As the souls of the angry do
When overpowered by pleasure or pain
When it puts on a mask
And does or says anything insincerely and untruly
When it allows its action
And impulse to be
Without a purpose
To be random and disconnected
Even the smallest things ought to be directed
Towards a goal
Of a rational animal, follow the reason and the law of the Gods
Duration
Momentary
Nature
Changeable
Perception
Dim
Condition of Body
Decaying
Soul
Spinning around
Fortune
Unpredictable
Lasting Fame
Uncertain
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
What can guide us?
Only philosophy
Which means keeping the demon in man
Free from violence and unharmed
Superior to pleasure and pain
Doing nothing without purpose
No hypocricy
Randomly or dishonestly
Not dependent on any man
Doing or not doing anything
Accept what's happening
Accept what's happening (faded)
And all thats allotted as coming from thence
And above all that it accept death
In a cheerful spirit
In a cheerful spirit
And as nothing but the dissolution of that from what it is made
If it doesn't hurt the individual elements to change
Continually into each other, why are people afraid?
Of all of them changing
Separating
Its according to nature
And nothings evil that's according to nature
Nothings evil that's according to nature
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
"Everything is just an impression"
Said the Cynic
And the response is obvious enough
But the point is a useful one
If you take it for what it's worth
The soul of man does violence to itself first
When it does its best to become an abscess
A kind of detached growth from the world
To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
Which comprises the nature of all things
To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
And it comprises the nature of all things
The soul of man does violence to itself
When it turns its back on another
Or sets out
To do harm
As the souls of the angry do
When overpowered by pleasure or pain
When it puts on a mask
And does or says anything insincerely and untruly
When it allows its action
And impulse to be
Without a purpose
To be random and disconnected
Even the smallest things ought to be directed
Towards a goal
Of a rational animal, follow the reason and the law of the Gods
Duration
Momentary
Nature
Changeable
Perception
Dim
Condition of Body
Decaying
Soul
Spinning around
Fortune
Unpredictable
Lasting Fame
Uncertain
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
What can guide us?
Only philosophy
Which means keeping the demon in man
Free from violence and unharmed
Superior to pleasure and pain
Doing nothing without purpose
No hypocricy
Randomly or dishonestly
Not dependent on any man
Doing or not doing anything
Accept what's happening
Accept what's happening (faded)
And all thats allotted as coming from thence
And above all that it accept death
In a cheerful spirit
In a cheerful spirit
And as nothing but the dissolution of that from what it is made
If it doesn't hurt the individual elements to change
Continually into each other, why are people afraid?
Of all of them changing
Separating
Its according to nature
And nothings evil that's according to nature
Nothings evil that's according to nature
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and its parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist
Life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
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Writer(s): Adam Narkiewicz
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