This holiday season, mon torero has some twinkling lights to adorn his stately presence in the dining room.
A little Christmas twinkle.
A little musical twinkle:
And here is a snippet from Les Mis:
Are you what is called a happy man?
Well! you are sad every day.
Each day has its own great grief or its little care.
Yesterday you were trembling for a health that is dear to you, to-day you fear for your own; to-morrow it will be anxiety about money, the day after to-morrow the diatribe of a slanderer, the day after that, the misfortune of some friend; then the prevailing weather, then something that has been broken or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral column reproach you; again, the course of public affairs. This without reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on. One cloud is dispelled, another forms.
There is hardly one day out of a hundred which is wholly joyous and sunny.
And you belong to that small class who are happy!
As for the rest of mankind, stagnating night rests upon them.
Thoughtful minds make but little use of the phrase: the fortunate and the unfortunate. In this world, evidently the vestibule of another, there are no fortunate.
The real human division is this: the luminous and the shady. To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number of the luminous,—that is the object. That is why we cry: Education! Science! To teach reading – means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out twinkles.
However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy.
People suffer in the light; excess burns. The flame is the enemy of the wing.
To burn without ceasing to fly,—therein lies the marvel of genius.
When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer.
The day is born in tears.
The luminous weep, if only over those in darkness.
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables Volume 4 – Book 7 – Chapter 1
That snippet kind of reminds me of “Blessed are those mourn…” – because when you “know” and when you “love” – when you deeply “see” -well sometimes you grieve and ache for the hurting – you mourn because you care…but you’re also blessed because you feel with depth…and you will be comforted!
More musical twinkle:
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Have a great Sunday!