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 He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon. John Milton (1608-1674)
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In other words live clear without fear else you would be exposed
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Dark, light - is this inside or out of gene pool?
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The only true harbor of freedom and happiness is within us.
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For who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vain life, which he passes like a shadow? For who can tell man what will be after him under the sun? (Ecclesiastes 6:12)
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Daemon wrote:He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon. John Milton (1608-1674) I can't help thinking of Mary Shelley's quote, from a few days ago's "Quote of the Day": "No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness."
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I found what he said about us becoming our own dungeons very true. We can both set free or imprison ourselves.
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try to have goodness in your heart and mind
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Maria Carneiro wrote:I found what he said about us becoming our own dungeons very true. We can both set free or imprison ourselves. I agree. That doesn't mean a "yes I can", however.
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Pieter_Hove wrote:Maria Carneiro wrote:I found what he said about us becoming our own dungeons very true. We can both set free or imprison ourselves. I agree. That doesn't mean a "yes I can", however. True. We can even yell "yes we can" as many times as we like, and it doesn't necessarily mean we can. We have to restrain ourselves, and do it every day.
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This quote is from the poem-play A MASK OF THE AUTHOR PRESENTED At LUDLOW-Castle,1634. COMUS - Page 380 "Eld. Bro. Peace brother, be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? Or if they be but false alarms of Fear, How bitter is such self-delusion? I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipl'd in vertues book, And the sweet peace that goodnes bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into mis-becoming plight. Vertue could see to do what vertue would By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon Were in the flat Sea sunk. And Wisdoms self Oft seeks to sweet retired Solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bussle of resort Were all to ruffl'd, and somtimes impair'd. He that has light within his own cleer brest
May sit i'th center, and enjoy bright day,
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun;
Himself is his own dungeon". http://www.luminarium.org/renascence-editions/comus.html
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He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon. John Milton (1608-1674)  Brilliant insight! Nobody can imprison your soul, but you are the only one who has the power over it. For example, Socrates told the rich government bullies that they could imprison and murder his body, but not his soul. Socrates' soul still shines thousands and thousands years after his physical death. They kept Desmond Tutu's body in prison, but they could not imprison his soul that shines with progressive thought unafraid of all the threats of those against whose lies he is standing. They can imprison your body, but they cannot imprison your soul. Let it shine. 
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Excellent quote and one that I totally agree with.
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this quote; "He that has light within his own cleer brest
May sit i'th center, and enjoy bright day,
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun;
Himself is his own dungeon"." Exemplifies the American Republican party better then anything I have read in many a year...
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don`t use words you can`t spell! OK! BRILLANCE IS BRIGHTER THAN A LIGHT OR BRIGHT BREAST. IT`S ALL GREEK TO ME!
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John Milton (1608-1674) went blind and wrote quite a lot about this condition. One of the sonnets, beautiful sonnet, he wrote and clearly shows how he felt about it is the following
Sonnet: On his blindness
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.
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He would never know he is in the darkness!
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