May 2012
25 posts
“Perceive that which cannot be seen with the eye.”
—Miyamoto Musashi 宮本 武蔵
“Something you want badly enough can always be gained. No matter how fierce the enemy, how remote the beautiful lady, or how carefully guarded the treasure, there is always a means to the goal for the earnest seeker.”
—Dōgen 道元
“If you cannot find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?”
—Dōgen 道元
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
—Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via youngfolksociety)
April 2012
19 posts
“He woke up, didn’t really know how he got there
Wasn’t too sure why neither
A believer of sorts
Just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in
So when the sun goes down each evening
He looks to the sky for a reason
Wonders what’s behind the horizon
So he packs light and he’s off and he’s leaving
So we walks on looking for something
But just what it is, well he wasn’t too sure
So we walked all day, then he walked all night
Then he walked all year, then he walked some more
Then he…then he stopped
Took a look around to just see where he’d got to
Didn’t recognise the spot so he took it all in
Got his things, and he up and moved on
We roam all over the planet looking for answers
Cross over time zones, connect the dots on the atlas
So as this world keeps turning around on its axis
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
So he walked all over the land
Over snow and desert sands
Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns
When he got to the ocean he swam
When it was too far, he learned to fly
Built a set of wings and he took to the sky
So he looked high and low
Trying to find what it’s like on the other side
And everywhere that he went he’d ask people questions
Swapped stories and traded perspectives
Each moving in different directions
Paths on the map just intersecting
And though the names and the faces changed
Some things remained the same
And some spoke with words he couldn’t understand
But some things you don’t need words to say
And then one day, he looks back and sees how far he’s come
All the faces he’s met on the way since he left
From the place that he started from
All living off the food that they learned to grow
And the rules that they learned to know
So he took everything that he’d learned from them
And set off to look for home
Left, right, left, right
Catch me on the next flight
Onward through the dead of night
Searching for a fresh sky
Over land, over sea
The planet never goes to sleep
On we march with itchy feet
There’s always somewhere you could be
He woke up, still didn’t know how he got there
Still wasn’t sure why neither
A believer of sorts
Believes in the faith that he found in the places he’s been in
When the sun goes down each evening
He’s dreaming of somewhere scenic
Behind the horizon there’s a whole world to see
He won’t stop ‘til he’s seen it.” —Horrorshow
Wasn’t too sure why neither
A believer of sorts
Just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in
So when the sun goes down each evening
He looks to the sky for a reason
Wonders what’s behind the horizon
So he packs light and he’s off and he’s leaving
So we walks on looking for something
But just what it is, well he wasn’t too sure
So we walked all day, then he walked all night
Then he walked all year, then he walked some more
Then he…then he stopped
Took a look around to just see where he’d got to
Didn’t recognise the spot so he took it all in
Got his things, and he up and moved on
We roam all over the planet looking for answers
Cross over time zones, connect the dots on the atlas
So as this world keeps turning around on its axis
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
So he walked all over the land
Over snow and desert sands
Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns
When he got to the ocean he swam
When it was too far, he learned to fly
Built a set of wings and he took to the sky
So he looked high and low
Trying to find what it’s like on the other side
And everywhere that he went he’d ask people questions
Swapped stories and traded perspectives
Each moving in different directions
Paths on the map just intersecting
And though the names and the faces changed
Some things remained the same
And some spoke with words he couldn’t understand
But some things you don’t need words to say
And then one day, he looks back and sees how far he’s come
All the faces he’s met on the way since he left
From the place that he started from
All living off the food that they learned to grow
And the rules that they learned to know
So he took everything that he’d learned from them
And set off to look for home
Left, right, left, right
Catch me on the next flight
Onward through the dead of night
Searching for a fresh sky
Over land, over sea
The planet never goes to sleep
On we march with itchy feet
There’s always somewhere you could be
He woke up, still didn’t know how he got there
Still wasn’t sure why neither
A believer of sorts
Believes in the faith that he found in the places he’s been in
When the sun goes down each evening
He’s dreaming of somewhere scenic
Behind the horizon there’s a whole world to see
He won’t stop ‘til he’s seen it.” —Horrorshow
“You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.”
—
“Let us learn from each other, because our systems are failing us.”
—Luka Lesson http://lukalesson.com/
“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need people who can dream of things that never were.”
—John Keats
“Better than, not more of.”
—
“Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.”
—Yoda
“That’s what I love / Learning from the wrong way / Even when I have to navigate around the long way”
—Urthboy
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.” —William Ernest Henley
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.” —William Ernest Henley
March 2012
24 posts
“Quand tu veux construire un bateau, ne commence pas par rassembler du bois, couper des planches et distribuer du travail, mais reveille au sein des hommes le desir de la mer grande et large.”
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (attributed)
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
—Galileo
“To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.”
—
Antoine de Saint Exupéry
“Your task is not to foresee the future, but to enable it.”
—Antoine de Saint Exupéry
“I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.”
—Einstein
“When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”
—Maslow
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
—Joseph Campbell (via surrogateself)
“Always outnumbered, never outgunned.”
—
February 2012
31 posts
“Modern science says: The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future. From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass we shall turn. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom. But do not let us despair. There will still be left upon it a glimmering spark of life, and there will be a chance to kindle a new fire on some distant star. Meanwhile the cheering lights of science and art, ever increasing in intensity, illuminate our path, and marvels they disclose, and the enjoyments they offer, make us measurably forgetful of the gloomy future.”
—Tesla
