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Tag Archives: Wisdom
Eudaimonia
Eudaimoniaby Michael DoyleAs a matter of virtue and philosophical inquiryAristotle unveiled many a treasured mysterySetting eudaimonia as the telos of human lifeTranslated toward peace and against strifeInvestigations into the dream of pure reasonTurning the colors of each passing seasonThe functionality … Continue reading
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Tagged Active Life, Aristotle, Believe, Busily Being, Colors, Complicated, Conceive, Conscience, Dealt, Dedicated, Deep Meaning, Detail, Discern, Dream, Dreams, End In Itself, Ethical Aims, Eudaimonia, Felt, Fleeting, Flourishing, Four Causes, Functionality, Gist, Grace, Greeting, Grown, Happiness, Honor, Human Bengs, Human Life, Investigation, Knowledge, Learn, Least Regret, Life Well Lived, Live Well, Lyceum, Means To the Ends, Measured In Moments, Measured In Reasons, Momentary Joy, Museum, Mystery, Nourish, Pass, Passing of Years, Passing Season, Path Forward, Peace, Philosophical Inquiry, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Politics, Processes, Pure Reason, Right Conditions, Science, Self-Contained, Shelf, Spirtuality, Streets, Strife, Student, Tears, Telos, Temporary, Translated, Treasure, Truth, Veracity, Virtue, Walking Lectures, Window's Ledge, Wisdom
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First Principles: Without Freedom of Thought There Can Be No Such Thing As Wisdom; and No Such Thing As Public Liberty, Without Freedom of Speech
“Without Freedom of Thought there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as Public Liberty, without Freedom of Speech.” -Benjamin Franklin (1722)
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Tagged Benjamin Franklin, First Principles, Freedom, Freedom of Speech, No Such Thing, Public Liberty, Thought, Wisdom
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Troubled Thoughts In the Night
Troubled Thoughts In the Nightby Michael DoyleLife knows its bestSpoken like a new languageIt’s written in secret alphabetYou can feel its rising heatSomewhere in that middle passageWithout words it reveals its secretA divine messenger singsOn the wind like a ghost … Continue reading
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Tagged Belong, Best, Borrowing Troubles, Breath, Burn, Death, Death Stings, Discern, Divine Messenger, Doctors, Emotions, Feast, Ghost Song, Hope, Hopeless, Icy Claws, Immaculate Notions, Language, Life, Lonely Night, Middle Passage, Night, Notes, Passing, Patience, Poetry and Poems, Reveal, Rising Heat, Secret Alphabet, Sequence, Sky, Solomon, Stainless, Starless, Thoughts, Trouble, Troubled, Two, Whisper, Wind, Wisdom
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A Lament for Michael the Archangel
A Lament of Michael,the Archangelby Michael Doyle The day after celebrating the birth of a daughterI return again to the celebration of the FatherRevisiting instruction in the ways of the kingdomAnd a memory of the better man that I’ve become … Continue reading
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Tagged Archangel, Authority, Become, Better Man, Birth, Blessed Hour, Celebration, Compassion, Daughter, Deception, Defeat, Defender, Ends of the Earth, Father, Father's Feet, Head of the Church, Hell, Indwell, Instruction, Instrument, Jesus, Joy, Lament, Lessons, Memory, Michael, Michael the Archangel, Mirth, Peace, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Power, Power of God, Protector, Recall, Reminder, Satan and His Minions, Serpent, Sight, Sought, Strength, Taught, Time, Ultimately, Walk, Ways of the Kingdom, Wicked World, Wisdom, Witnesses
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Thought For the Day: The Only Sure Weapon Against Bad Ideas Is Better Ideas. The Source of Better Ideas Is Wisdom.
“Books won’t stay banned. They won’t burn. Ideas won’t go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas. The source of better … Continue reading
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Tagged Alfred Whitney Griswold, Always, Bad Ideas, Banned, Better Ideas, Books, Burn, Censor, Ideas, Inquisitor, Jail, Long Run of History, Lost, Only, Source, Sure Weapon, Thought For the Day, Wisdom
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First Principles: Without Freedom of Thought There Can Be No Such Thing As Wisdom; and No Such Thing As Public Liberty, Without Freedom of Speech
“Without Freedom of Thought there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as Public Liberty, without Freedom of Speech.” – Benjamin Franklin (1722)
A Morning’s Meditation
A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading
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Tagged Abraham's Oath, Beginning, Blessed, Bliss, Born Again, Bottomless Mercy, Bringing Hope, Christ, Compassion and Relief, Consolers, Contemplation, Covering Hate, Darkness, Dead, Deceive, Despair, Explanation, Fear, Giving, Grief, Holiness, Hope, In Us, Instruments, Light, Love, Meditation, Meet, Morning, Now, Passing Ages, Path, Persevere, Poetry and Poems, Point of Need, Prayer and Meditation, Prophets, Read, Receive, Redemption, Right, Risen, Sacred Sign, Sages, Salvation, Scriptures, Sense, Sin, Somehow, Spirit Living, Stand Firm, Teach, Walk In the Light, Wisdom, Worthy
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The End of Everything
The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading
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Tagged Avalanche, Begins, Betrayals of Life, Beware, Bitten, Blood, Bring, Cajole, Children, Crippling Revenge, Death, Embittered Women, End, End To Everything, Endure, Euripides, Everything, Evil Mind, Fatal Schism, Fits, Foolish, Fruitless, Gods, Greater, Grief, Halo, Hate's Bottomless Cup, Heaven, Hollow, Honeyed Words, Human, Incurable, Jason, Killed, Love, Lover's Hate, Lover's Love, Mortal, Mud, No Justice, Perverse, Poetry and Poems, Pour, Practice, Price, Quest, Roll, Sense, Shake, Soul, Thoughts, Torn, Tragedy, Twist of Fate, Universe, Wisdom, Woman's Scorn, Wounds, Wrath
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Life For Dummies
Life For Dummiesby Michael DoyleLife for dummiesWould be a fine dealOn in any studyThere are skills to revealBuilding blocks of lifeThat take us from here to thereLessons needed to move past strifeAre to be heeded without fearLiving by the Gospel … Continue reading
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Tagged Affirm, Building Blocks, Darkness, Deal, Discern, Dummies, Embrace, Faith, Favor, Fear, Forgiven, Gift, Given, God, Gospel, Grace, Head, Heart, Heed, Here To There, Kinship, Lessons, Lessons Learned, Lessons Live, Life, Light, Poetry and Poems, Reject, Rejoice, Reveal, Right, Righteousness, Royal, Said, Skills, Step-By-Step, Strife, Study, Through, Voice, Wisdom, Worship
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Investing In Old Age
Investing In Old Ageby Michael DoyleIt has become as sort of a jokeBut one that makes me slightly chokeThe youngest of chronological ageSays as if with the wisdom of a sageThat her dad, me, is growing a bit oldShe laughs … Continue reading


