I got my new desk today. (Taken with instagram)
"I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life."
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Gosh it’s been too long.
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My first attempt at instagram from my new iPhone.
"At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie."
— Paulo Coelho; The Alchemist
talk
let’s make this a lesson in not taking myself so seriously
or caring about the black holes sprinkled throughout the universe.
let’s shift the focus from the words on the screen
to my fingers pressing the right sequence of keys.
each stretch of my hands to frame every thought
is the microscale replica of my reaching out to people,
my need to have them understand and accept me,
and i know i shouldn’t state the metaphor so bluntly,
but isn’t it obvious?
i’ve clung to this language, studied it in depth for extra years
(those all-nighters writing papers no one will ever read again),
because i understand the world machine and want it to work for me.
people communicate through words and bind themselves
to business agreements or life partners through documentation.
we have to document our thoughts; without a record, they will vanish.
it’s more difficult to prove a thought exists than you’d imagine,
and even harder to remember that one existed. but the world has
its solution: language transforms the mental into physical.
[so i’ve memorized the fluency of English,
which words are heavy, which are soft,
and if the need arises, i can express,
i can understand expression—
i can translate the gap between the mind and tongue.]
yet when my world feels like salt castles crumbling at each touch,
you can’t sympathize—you don’t believe that the feeling is real.
my action couldn’t suffice; i hoped that sincere,
though emotionally tremulous, words could convince you.
i begged and promised my heart,
but my speech made you distrust language itself,
and now, you have no faith in anything
(or so you say).
there are things i don’t believe (that Xenu cursed us on this planet),
but i know that thoughts and feelings exist, though we can’t see them.
i’ve seen results of their existence—the light bulb and the automobile—
read novels about their effects on all of us.
most importantly, experienced that yours were different from mine,
and could not be persuaded to be otherwise.
none of this is at all important.
i’m not even interested in changing the system,
only in using it toward my own ends.
my dreams are petty and childish,
and boldly unoriginal,
but if i finish life in someone else’s arms,
talking and sharing whatever we both think and feel,
i think it won’t really bother me anymore
that i’m not special and was never meant to be.
"Take time to be holy, but take time to play also. Take time to rest, time to recuperate; for thy Master, even in the pattern in the earth, took time to rest, took time to be apart from others, took time to meditate and pray, took time to attend a wedding, to give time to attend a funeral; took time to attend those awakenings from death and took time to minister to all.
So in learning thy experience in the earth, not as routine but at regular periods have thy rest, have thy labors, do feed the mind; do feed the soul just as it is necessary to feed the physical man and these will declare just as much dividend as does that necessity of feeding the body. Without that to be masticated, and without its mastication, it is indigestion and suffering. So with the food for the mind and the soul, it must be masticated and put to use, and these will bring much more harmonious experience."
So in learning thy experience in the earth, not as routine but at regular periods have thy rest, have thy labors, do feed the mind; do feed the soul just as it is necessary to feed the physical man and these will declare just as much dividend as does that necessity of feeding the body. Without that to be masticated, and without its mastication, it is indigestion and suffering. So with the food for the mind and the soul, it must be masticated and put to use, and these will bring much more harmonious experience."
— Edgar Cayce 5246-1
"Scratching an itch brings pleasure, but more pleasurable than that, is not having an itch. Likewise, satisfying worldly desires is pleasurable, but more pleasurable than that, is not having desire."
— Nagarjuna; “The Precious Garland”
Stanford neuroscientists host the world’s first love competition, asking contestants between the ages of 10 and 75 to spend 5 minutes in an fMRI machine thinking deeply about the person they love. The results are certain to bring a tear to your eye.
Complementary reading: 5 essential books on the psychology of love.
this is really beautiful. watch it!
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WATCH THIS!!
that was sooo beautiful.
Awesome.
too cute.
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