cheezgrits
Thought pirate
THE TEACHING OF TECUMSEH:
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about his religion. Respect others in their views & demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long & of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger; if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food & for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools & robs the spirit of its vision. When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep & pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song & die like a hero going home.
I need to get back on the Red Road. I have found myself not respecting views of a certain forum troll that doesn't even live in southern Maryland.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about his religion. Respect others in their views & demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long & of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger; if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food & for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools & robs the spirit of its vision. When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep & pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song & die like a hero going home.
I need to get back on the Red Road. I have found myself not respecting views of a certain forum troll that doesn't even live in southern Maryland.