Pierian Spring
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul. - Carl Jung
Mural and Poem by Abe V Rotor
The Hills are Alive - Mural by A V Rotor, 2009. Courtesy of University
of Santo Tomas, Office of the Vice Rector and Secretary General
Pierian Spring, the fountain of youth -could it be just down the bend,or on mythical Mt Olympus?How many souls have long soughtin their lifetime and lost at the end!
It could it be the Shangrila, the Atlantis;it could it be the biblical Paradise,the heaven of the good in God's promise,in the afterlife that rewards the purein spirit - who shall again rise.
Little do we know, nil can we afford,in our searching, for time and spaceare but a tick in the clock of the world;a dot in the infinite universe,a step in its ever increasing race.
Pierian Spring is the triumph of goodover evil, the trophy of victory;peace in War and Peace as Tolstoy told,in the finer things of life and living,in a beautiful tapestry.
For youth lives forever in the mindand heart that throbs with humanity -seeking, believing, loving and kind,keeping the Pierian Spring flowingto touch every being in a bind.~
"Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval [tropical] forests, ... temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature. No one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body." - Charles Darwin
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