Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Como ensinar de novo, contudo, o que havia sido ensinado corretamente e aprendido de modo errôneo um milhão de vezes, ao longo dos milênios da mansa loucura da humanidade? Eis a última e difícil tarefa do herói. “O herói de mil faces” – Joseph Campbell
12 de janeiro de 2010
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