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  1. When we have uttered all that we can utter, and our poor words seem like ripples on the bosom of the unspoken, somehow this familiar phrase gathers up all that is left - our dumb yearnings, our deepest longings - and bears them aloft to One who understands. In some strange way it seems to speak for us into the very ear of God the things for which words were never made.

    So, naturally, it has a place of honor among us. At the marriage Altar it speaks its blessing as young love walks toward the bliss or sorrow of hidden years. It stands beside the cradle when we dedicate our little ones to the Holy life, mingling its benediction with our vows. At the grave side it utters its sad response to the shadowy AMEN which death pronounces over our friends.

  2. вообще то тема была, уже как то, но если есть потребность, то почему бы и нет ...


    Берлин, главная резиденция Ордена, каминный зал, мне нравится


    Гамбург, родной дом Орденский (не АФиАМ) залы имени Моцарта в праздничном убранстве к обеду.


    Гамбург, дом Ордена, вход

  3. Слово «свобода» означает жизнь в условиях свободы и не в цепях или в заключении. Это означает мир, где каждый из нас властен над собственной жизнью, где никто не вынужден пожертвовать свой труд или свои ценности. Это означает, мы можем свободно искать и делиться знаниями, свободно выражать и защищать права других. Масоны сохраняют гармонию братской любви - не потому, что должны, но потому, что как мужчины свободной воли, решили.

  4. The real secrets of Masonry are never told, not even from mouth to ear. For the real secret of Masonry is spoken to your heart and from it to the heart of your brother. Never the language made for tongue may speak it, it is uttered only in the eye in those manifestations of that love which a man has for his friend, which passeth all other loves.

  5. The secret of Masonry, like the secret of life, can be known only by those who seek it, serve it, live it. It cannot be uttered; it can only be felt and acted. It is, in fact, an open secret, and each man knows it according to his quest and capacity. Like all things worth knowing, no one can know it for another and no man can know it alone.


    I watched them tearing a building down,

    A gang of men in a busy town.

    … With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell,

    They swung a beam and the sides fell.

    I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled

    And the kind you would hire, if you had to build?"

    And he gave me a laugh and said, "No indeed,

    Just common labor is all I need.

    I can easily wreck in a day or two

    What other builders have taken a year to do."

    And I thought to myself as I went my way,

    "Which of these roles have I tried to play?"

    Am I a builder that works with care,

    Measuring life by the rule and square.

    Am I shaping my deeds to a well made plan,

    Patiently doing the best I can?

    Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,

    Content with the labor of tearing down."

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