THE PULLEY

When God at first made man,
Having a glasse of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) poure on him all we can:
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow’d, then wisdome, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
Rest in the bottome lay.

For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewell also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts in stead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlesnesse:
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse
May tosse him to my breast.

----- George Herbert.

I've always loved this poem, ever since my English teacher spent one afternoon telling us about it (even though it wasn in our textbooks... State board you see, lame English books... it shows)

Why am i even talking about this work of art now??

Im not a strong believer in God as a super-natural being who'l smite us if we don't kiss his perfect ass, neither am i an Atheist who doesn give a damn about my actions n conscience... I have a whole different perspective when it comes to Religion n God which i'll tell you about in another post probably...

But right now, at this very moment, ten days before my GRE... i do feel That Restlessness... N i knw the Big guy is one Sadist who'l never pour the 'Rest' on me so im jus gonna whine about it to you...
(see that Mr.God? yeah thats what i called ya.. a SADIST :P :)..............., before u put on your boxing gloves consider the fact that i also gave you a "perfect ass"... For the record: im only sucking up to you cos i have an exam coming up... nothing more nothing less)