When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion. Dale Carnegie
Budd (from Kill Bill): That woman deserves her revenge... and we deserve to die. Budd: But then again, so does she.
I am a vegetarian not because I like animals, but because I hate plants.- E. B White. He wrote the children's novel Charlotte's Web.
"We can shape ourselves to each other, become emotionally entangled in each other, intermingle our thoughts and feelings, and fluids, but there can never be an authentic connection, only the profound desire to connect which is generated by fear of the black hole within. Which is ironically, paradoxically, counter-intuitively the door that leads out of the cave and into freedom." - Jed McKenna "There is only one cause of unhappiness: The false beliefs you have in your head, beliefs so widespread, so common held, that it never occurs to you to question them." - Anthony DeMello "Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy." - Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
This being, that becomes. From the arising of of this, that appears. This not being, that becomes not. From the ceasing of this, that will end. ~ Shakyamuni Buddha
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!" As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. "Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto." Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves." It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: "what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?" nietzsche
My daughters boyfriend about 20 minutes ago. “Social distancing” is a term that he believes means keeping a vast amount of space between himself and common sense