10-04-2025, 09:30 AM
poem by Jacobowski
1899 ÔÇ£bright daysÔÇØ
Ah, our brilliant days Shine like eternal stars, They glow past as consolation For future sorrow.
DonÔÇÖt cry because it is over! Smile because they have been!
And if the days get cloudier, Our stars redeem!
1899 ÔÇ£bright daysÔÇØ
Ah, our brilliant days Shine like eternal stars, They glow past as consolation For future sorrow.
DonÔÇÖt cry because it is over! Smile because they have been!
And if the days get cloudier, Our stars redeem!
It's not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable. The hundred-times-refuted theory of "free will" owes its persistence to this charm alone; some one is always appearing who feels himself strong enough to refute it - Friedrich Nietzsche