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One cannot love the thing which is not

“Quick,’ she said. ‘There is still time. Stop it. Stop it at once.’
‘Stop what?’
‘Using pity, other people’s pity, in the wrong way. We have all done it a bit on earth, you know. Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity. You see, I know now. Even as a child you did it. Instead of saying you were sorry, you went and sulked in the attic…because you knew that sooner or later one of your sisters would say, “I can’t bear to think of him sitting up there alone, crying.” You used their pity to blackmail them, and they gave in in the end. And afterwards, when we were married…oh, it doesn’t matter, if only you will stop it.’
“And that,’ said the Tragedian, ‘that is all you have understood of me, after all these years.’ I don’t know what had become of the Dwarf Ghost by now. Perhaps it was climbing up the chain like an insect: perhaps it was somehow absorbed into the chain.
‘No, Frank, not here,’ said the Lady. ‘Listen to reason. Did you think joy was created to live always under that threat? Always defenceless against those who would rather be miserable than have their self-will crossed? For it was real misery. I know that now. You made yourself really wretched. That you can still do. But you can no longer communicate your wretchedness. Everything becomes more and more itself. Here is joy that cannot be shaken. Our light can swallow up your darkness: but your darkness cannot now infect our light. No, no, no. Come to us. We will not go to you. Can you really have thought that love and joy would always be at the mercy of frowns and sighs? Did you not know they were stronger than their opposites?’
“Love? How dare you use that sacred word?’ said the Tragedian. At the same moment he gathered up the chain which had now for some time been swinging uselessly at his side, and somehow disposed of it. I am not quite sure, but I think he swallowed it. Then for the first time it became clear that the Lady saw and addressed him only.
‘Where is Frank?’ she said. ‘And who are you, Sir? I never knew you. Perhaps you had better leave me. Or stay, if you prefer. If it would help you and if it were possible I would go down with you into Hell: but you cannot bring Hell into me.’
‘You do not love me,’ said the Tragedian in a thin bat-like voice: and he was now very difficult to see.
‘I cannot love a lie,’ said the Lady. ‘I cannot love the thing which is not. I am in Love, and out of it I will not go.”

Excerpt From: C. S. Lewis. “The Great Divorce.” HarperCollins, 1946. iBooks.
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Joy that cannot be shaken

“Listen to reason. Did you think joy was created to live always under that threat? Always defenceless against those who would rather be miserable than have their self-will crossed? For it was real misery. I know that now. You made yourself really wretched. That you can still do. But you can no longer communicate your wretchedness. Everything becomes more and more itself. Here is joy that cannot be shaken. Our light can swallow up your darkness: but your darkness cannot now infect our light. No, no, no. Come to us. We will not go to you. Can you really have thought that love and joy would always be at the mercy of frowns and sighs? Did you not know they were stronger than their opposites?”

Excerpt From: C. S. Lewis. “The Great Divorce.” HarperCollins, 1946. iBooks.
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Digt—uden titel

Der er nætter, hvor kroppen ligger svedigt mast,
skrabende mod vildredens forvaskede frotte.
Nætter hvor det pludselig står svimlende klart,
at der bare er så meget mere:

En hel verden af lykkelige synapser, æteriske landskaber,
sublim samhørighed og automatopvask;
syngende børn, kernesund virkelyst og betimelige nys og orgasmer
til at rense luften og forlængst nedslidte automobilers
tilstoppede filtre.

Alenlange lister af velduft og fryd ruller sig
ud i søvnløshedens mørke og flimmer.

Nætter hvor samtidig mulighedens omvendte proportionalitet
åbner sig som et kosmisk gab under kroppens dunkende træthed,
og hvor dagens første blege lys
kradser kvalmende i øjnenes tidløse blik.

Tynde timer, hvor enten overgivelsens tomhed skyller lykkeligt
over åndedrættets ådsel;
eller kroppen tvinges ud i pligternes slidte beton.

Timer, hvor visionens eventyrlige tåge svulmer
baglæns
ned i en enkelt forkullet celle
i baghovedets glemsel, et sted.

Ikke at visionen ikke længere er sand!
Den forbliver til stadighed altid mere og mere sand.
En hel ørken af sand!

Man skal ikke tro på alt, hvad man læser i avisen

‘THE JEWS’, BY GANDHI – FROM HARIJAN, NOVEMBER 26, 1938

Several letters have been received by me asking me to declare my views about the Arab-Jew question in Palestine and the persecution of the Jews in Germany. It is not without hesitation that I venture to offer my views on this very difficult question.

My sympathies are all with the Jews. I have known them intimately in South Africa. Some of them became life-long companions. Through these friends I came to learn much of their age-long persecution. They have been the untouchables of Christianity. The parallel between their treatment by Christians and the treatment of untouchables by Hindus is very close. Religious sanction has been invoked in both cases for the justification of the inhuman treatment meted out to them. Apart from the friendships, therefore, there is the more common universal reason for my sympathy for the Jews. Continue reading ‘THE JEWS’, BY GANDHI – FROM HARIJAN, NOVEMBER 26, 1938

Strøtanke om skole og samfund

En gang var skolen stedet, hvor børn skulle øve sig på at nå forståelse for det, den voksne mestrede. Ikke desto mindre er opgaven tilsyneladende nu den, at de voksne skal beflitte sig på at udvise forståelse for det, som børnene slet ikke har styr på.

Mind mapping i skriveprocessen

Mind mapping er et utrolig effektivt værktøj, når man skal skrive. Se nedenfor, hvordan et mind map kan bruges til at disponere og færdiggøre sit arbejde. Det færdige resultat kan downloades her: Mind mapping i skriveprocessen

Softwarepakken FreeMind kan downloades her.

 

Sådan skriver man essays på engelsk

I min egenskab af engelsklærer, har jeg produceret denne lille vejledning i, hvordan man kan bruge et mind map program på computeret til at forberede en disposition til en skriftlig opgave. Tag et kig med over skulderen, hvis du har lyst. Det kan også bruges på andre sprog 😉

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