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Our civilization is characterized by the word 'progress.' Progress is its form rather than making progress being one of its features. Typically it constructs. It is occupied with building an ever more complicated structure. And even clarity is seldom sought. Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein		Thursday Jul 31, 2025
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As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and, as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and, as he read, he wept, and trembled; and, not being able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry, saying, What shall I do?

Quote Author: John Bunyan

	John Bunyan
	John Bunyan (November 28, 1628 - August 31, 1688), a Christian writer and preacher, was born at Harrowden (one mile south-east of Bedford), in the Parish of Elstow, England. He wrote The Pilgrim's Progress , arguably the most famous published Christian allegory. In the Church of England he is remembered with a Lesser Festival on 30 August. Read More

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Who would true valor see, Let him come hither.

Then I saw there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.

The name of the slough was Despond.

It beareth the name of Vanity-Fair, because the town where 'tis kept, is lighter than vanity.

There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words, than words without a heart.

Then fancies flee away! I'll labor night and day To be a pilgrim.

Religion is the best armor in the world, But the worst cloak.

A man there was, tho some did count him mad, The more he cast away, the more he had.

The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

He that is down needs fear no fall.

The name of the one was Obstinate and the name of the other was Pliable.

Read and read again, and do not despair of help to understand the will and mind of God though you think they are fast locked up from you. Neither trouble your heads though you have not commentaries and exposition. Pray and read, read and pray; for a littl

The palace Beautiful.

[Mr. Gifford] made it much his business to deliver the people of God from all those false and unsound rests that by nature we are prone to make and take to our souls. He pressed us to take special heed that we took not up any truth upon trust as from this or that, or any other man or men but to cry mightily to God that He would convince us of the reality thereof, and set us down therein by his own Spirit in the holy word.

Some said, 'John, print it'; others said 'Not so.' Some said, 'It might do good'; others said, 'No.'

I saw a man clothed with rags ... a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

Every fat [vat] must stand upon his bottom.

Now, I saw, upon a time, when he was walking in the fields, that he was, as he was wont, reading in his book, and greatly distressed in his mind; and, as he read, he burst out, as he had done before, crying, What shall I do to be saved?

It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and, as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and, as he read, he wept, and trembled; and, not being able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry, saying, What shall I do?

The gentleman's name was Mr. Worldly-Wise-Man.

And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

They came to the Delectable Mountains.