Kurt Bell

A life of courage, joy and independence.

Living Well

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So little action is truly necessary
So much thought a wasteful expense
Equanimity its own true end
Easily achieved
Though honest living
Tempered appetite
And realistic expectation

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My consciousness
Balances
And teeters
Seeking equilibrium
Upon a fulcrum of will

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This consciousness
Rides like a cork
Upon a flailing maelstrom
Of atomic relation
And cascading consequence
There shall be no rest
Nor true peace
‘Till this consciousness succumbs its constitution
Dissolves back to atoms
And is lost forever to the sea

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Peace is found in proportion to virtue, which is an abiding of the governing agency, in accord with our moral framework. Nothing else stills the troubled mind like an honest reckoning of the day’s wages against the values we hold most dear.

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It is quite possible to be cursed with good fortune. When blessed circumstance offer an irresistible haven from the worthy act of living.

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The penalty of actually incurring the risks which appear so present and fearful during youth, is less terrible than the punishment of their aversion, which must be sustained and borne when we are old and our opportunities have passed. *

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Hope alone is powerless without action
A vain dream amidst clouds
Yelling into the wind
An empty comfort
A feign to life

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The price of leisure is attendance to the fact of who we are and the choices we’ve made. It’s no wonder then we sometimes choose for ourselves the slave’s abject distraction. *

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The fallow field of the well-lived life is the time between riches, fame and security. A time to cultivate a more true and honest harvest. *

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The sober subject of our life’s decline arrives so often late to the feast, and long before the diner has enjoyed their fill. *

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How like a hermit crab I have become… So insular and self-contained. My needs of course extend to society. Indeed, I’d die without my fellows. And I like to hope my fellows might need me in some small way. Though beyond the sustenance of my person, I find now ample nourishment for the mind and spirit in such dull pursuits as the marking of time, and the vain cataloging of the many treasures I am so fortunate not to possess. *

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How much is enough? For myself, it is enough to stop asking this question. For if my ethics are sound, my reason keen, and my intent judicious, then there will always be just enough of every endeavor. So instead of asking after the quantity of things, I should instead seek after their quality. How sound today my ethics? How keen my reason? How judicious my intent? Let me then tune my social machinations to run silent, efficient and true, satisfied that whatever product is the result, of whatever quantity, is utterly sufficient to The Good Life. *

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Where will you set up house? Though the body must reside in some shelter of a sort to keep it safe and warm, the mind needs only space and liberty sufficient to exercise its native capabilities and natural inclination. These places are not incompatible; though an excess of the former may indeed distract from the latter; while too much of the latter may cause disconnect from those who share our former. *

Citation

* Included in “My Muse is a Corpse”

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