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"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wise man is in his heart."Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard, 1733.
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Welcome to the Polymath Society International!
The power of mind conquers all fear and anxiety (inspiring music--Real Audio 5.0).
As you move from the slumber of what you need to do everyday, where necessity has imprisoned your thoughts and feelings, past this, to the place of your own consciousness, where you are free to reflect and invent your own ideas, to live in the warmth of imagined friends, or friends as they should be, you have entered the domain of the self, true self-consciousness.
It is still an ideal world, a world out of joint with the coldness beyond, the pettiness beyond. It is a place of concern, a place of freedom to think and to imagine, to learn what you want, in your own way.
You have discovered the realm of the polymath, where only practical concerns can limit your future discovery. You have discovered the passion of the integration of thought and feeling, the poetry of the mind. You develop your taste for the arts, for learning many things. It is not forced learning, as learning can never be forced, but free and conscious discovery (inspiring painting).
A poem by Maya Angelou
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
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