[There are many other reasons for deciding to use Linux. But as I think about this question, I'm reminded of a poem by Robinson Jeffers entitled] The Beauty of Things. ... reasons, but not the reason. |
A severed hand Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken. |
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us |
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us |
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it. |
It is cruelty to the innocent not to punish the guilty |
It is good for man To try all changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace and anguish, not to go down the dinosaur's way Until all his capacities have been explored: and it is good for him To know that his needs and nature are no more changed, in fact, in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles. |
Look how noble the world is, the lonely-flowing waters, the secret-keeping stones, the flowing sky. |
Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice. |
Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed. |
The deep dark-shining Pacific leans on the land Feeling his cold strength To the outmost margins |
To feel greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural Beauty, is the sole business of poetry. The rest's diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas, The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason. |
What but the wolf's tooth whittled so fine The fleet limbs of the antelope? What but fear winged the birds, and hunger Jewelled with such eyes the great goshawk's head? |
Why does insanity always twist the great answers? Because only tormented persons want truth. Man is an animal like other animals, wants food and success and women, not truth. Only if the mind Tortured by some interior tension has despaired of happiness: then it hates its life-cage and seeks further, And finds, if it is powerful enough. But instantly the private agony that made the search Muddles the finding. Then search for truth is foredoomed and frustrate? Only stained fragments? Until the mind has turned its love from itself and man, from parts to the whole. |