From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm
We are all life trying to live, among other life trying to live.
Listens-To-Wind "Injun Joe": There is world that should be, and the world that is. We live in one.
Ebenezer: And must create the other, if it is ever to be.
Every Muslim must rise to defend his religion. The wind of faith is blowing.
If we are weak, our country will be in jeopardy. It is the living lesson of human history of the rise and fall of nations. In order for a country not to fall, it must cultivate its own strength.
We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.
For glory lit, and life alive, for goals unreached and aims to strive. All men must try, the wind did see. It is the test, it is the dream.
Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living.
Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.