flight to Wroclaw today. I conclude with a meeting and I have half an hour to the return flight. Instead of a taxi ride to the airport with Paul Sowa, we only have one hour to pogadanie but good and that. Good news, the wedding is cut. Seven thousand feet above the ground when the outside only -53 deg C, I read the outstanding newspapers. In my opinion a few weeks before Sculptures interview with Archbishop Michalik and it will interesting thought: "Cardinal Wyszynski used to say, and it is important to me at all that to preach a lie, you need staff people. To proclaim the truth, just one man. Everyone has an obligation to try to be the one. " This beautiful piece of ordinance in harmony with the march rambler that HR "should above all to love the truth" and will "humbly seek the truth in all things and willingly serve it."
While we're at such a high pitch, we quote the best poem of Herbert, whose passage last was aloud on the anniversary Smolensk disaster. I remember him well from my work final award. This poetry is strong. Zbigniew Herbert
Envoy of Mr Cogito
Go where the others went to the dark end
the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize
go straight among those who on their knees with their backs turned
among overthrown in the dust and
survived not in order to
lives have little time you have to give testimony
be brave when reason fails to be brave
ultimately the only thing that counts
a powerless let your anger will be like the sea whenever you hear the voice
humiliated and beaten
do not let you leave your sister Scorn
informers executioners cowards for - they will win
go to your funeral with relief will throw a lump of woodworm
write your resume uładzony
and do not forgive truly not
in your power to forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawn beware
pride, however, unnecessary
watch in the mirror his face clown
repeat: I was called - were not there better
beware of dryness of heart
love the morning spring the bird with an unknown name the winter oak light on a wall
splendor of the sky
they do not need your warm breath
are there to say: no one will console you
vigilant - when the light on the mountains gives the sign - get up and go until
Blood turns in the breast your dark star
repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends because this
get the good you do not get
repeat great words repeat them stubbornly like those
walked through the desert and perished in the sand
and reward you for it what are the
hand lashing laughter murder in the trash
go because the only way you'll be accepted into the group of cold skulls
among your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector Roland the defenders
kingdom without limit and
city of ashes Be faithful Go
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