tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10207700571272625352024-03-14T03:31:07.488-07:00QUACKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-51894506055563653722012-03-27T17:53:00.000-07:002012-03-27T17:53:17.619-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span dir="auto"><strong>Dokkōdō</strong></span><br />
<span dir="auto"><ol><li>Accept everything just the way it is.</li>
<li>Do not seek pleasure for its own sake.</li>
<li>Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling.</li>
<li>Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.</li>
<li>Be detached from desire your whole life long.</li>
<li>Do not regret what you have done.</li>
<li>Never be jealous.</li>
<li>Never let yourself be saddened by a separation.</li>
<li>Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself nor others.</li>
<li>Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.</li>
<li>In all things have no preferences.</li>
<li>Be indifferent to where you live.</li>
<li>Do not pursue the taste of good food.</li>
<li>Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need.</li>
<li>Do not act following customary beliefs.</li>
<li>Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful.</li>
<li>Do not fear death.</li>
<li>Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age.</li>
<li>Respect Buddha and the gods without counting on their help.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dokk%C5%8Dd%C5%8D#cite_note-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup></li>
<li>You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour.</li>
<li>Never stray from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao" title="Tao">the Way</a>.</li>
</ol></span></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-89272926341887086192012-02-29T14:07:00.000-08:002012-02-29T14:07:21.864-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Read in<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">February<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Sam Harris – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Letter to a Christian Nation</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">James Joyce – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dubliners</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Samuel Beckett – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Endgame </i>[text; video production (</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Hamm - Michael Gambon; Clov - David Thewlis)</span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Act Without Words </i>[text; video production (</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Mime - Sean Foley;<br />
Director - Karel Reisz)</span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Jiddu Krishnamurti – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Urgency of Change</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Terence McKenna – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Evolving Times </i>[audio lecture]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Ernest Hemmingway – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Old Man and the Sea</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Baraka [film] x2<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Rabindranath Tagore – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gitanjali </i>[1912]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Franz Kafka – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">In the Penal Colony</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Helen Keller – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Optimism </i>[1903]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Woodrow Wilson – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">When a Man Comes to Himself <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>[1901]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Samuel Taylor Coleridge – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kubla Khan</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>[1797]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Philip K. Dick – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Eyes Have It</i> [1953]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>–<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Beyond the Door</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beyond Lies the Wub</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Piper in the Woods </i>[Feb 1953]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Crystal Crypt </i>[Jan 1954]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Defenders </i>[Jan 1953]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Gun</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Skull</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Bram Stoker – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A Star Trap</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Alfred Jarry – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Passion Considered as an Uphill Bicycle Race</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">H.P. Lovecraft – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Disinternment</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Guo Jijeng – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Russell H. Conwell – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What You Can Do With Your Will-Power</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Herman Melville – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Moby Dick; or, the Whale</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">H.P. Lovecraft – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Silver Key</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">The Teaching Company (James Hall) -- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Philosophy of Religion</i> [audio lecture series]<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Gautami","sans-serif";">Jonathon Edwards – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God</i><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-88377230701305119372012-02-20T04:55:00.000-08:002012-02-20T04:55:27.261-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The earthen vessel lets a sweet aroma, and it is pleasing to the <a href="http://listography.com/3890982596/books/my_library" target="_blank"><strong>LORD</strong></a>.<br />
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</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-41426205096357014892012-02-20T04:42:00.000-08:002012-02-20T04:42:04.692-08:00Callum van de Sheep-skin.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Callum! -- Friend, and long-time friend, known in stead of years; if you, now, for all the sped vicissitudes which fresh assail you, in this, the exciting time of this your transition -- not into adulthood, surely; who can say, for the obscuring shade of your natural affect and air, or, and this option more obstreperously true to me, though not in least to the diminution of your inveterate good-gilt soul; or for your roving wide-world adventures, who can say when you strove strident through the bullwarks of self-sufficiency -- <br />
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Tired. Callum, friend through course of long, sure years, it would please me greatly if you would disclose to me your email address. I would be more than glad -- indeed, glad for myself, in the simple pleasure of reading the wrought exertions of a brilliant intellect, and glad, too, for you, for I feel my help -- and I say this without condescension or glib, affected grace -- can, and will, due to trial and result, improve the heady capacities of your writings, and your skill to write. If you'd prefer to leave the past behind you, then this sentiment I duly comprehend, and to it, if it blooms, I shall quickly acquiesce -- yet though still alert me with a salutory address!<br />
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<em>post-script</em><br />
Please, also, could you give me, if you have it, Callan's email address. I dearly want that boy to succeed, for I saw great promise in him when I knew him; a promise that tore violenty through as much in the virility of his comfortable demeanour as in the one small, stately film of his I saw. I wish to help him grow, and exchange magnanimous advice -- and if I cannot give advice, then I shall take it, and go away, and bother him no more with my inane and premature words. But for even this to happen, I need his digital details, and so I beg, of thee, of ye! ah! please. pl0x.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-45240634300429651002012-02-18T04:59:00.000-08:002012-02-18T04:59:15.511-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am a schizoid.<br />
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But, then, so too was Confucius.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-270303102739095502011-12-05T16:16:00.000-08:002011-12-05T16:19:27.358-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">'Very few will have been at this point of saturation, penetrated right to the marrow by the absolute void of every human aspiration. The universe is merely a chance arrangement of elementary particles[2]. A transitory image in the midst of chaos. Which will end with the inevitable: The human race will disappear. Other races will appear, and disappear in turn. The heavens are cold and empty, traversed by the faint light of half-dead stars. Which, also, will disappear. Everything disappears. And human actions are just as random and senseless as the movements of elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, fine sentiments? Pure “victorian fictions”. There is only egotism. Cold, undiluted and dazzling.<br />
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'Lovecraft is well aware of the depressing nature of these conclusions. As he wrote in 1918, “all rationalism tends to minimize the value and importance of life, and to diminish the total quantity of human happiness. As he wrote in <span style="font-size: small;">1918, "all rationalism tends to minimize the value and importance of life, and to diminish the total quantity of human happiness. In some cases the truth could cause suicide, or at least precipitate a near-suicidal depression." ' - Houellebecq.<span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Thrice have the subterranean glooms of ultimate nihilism subhumed me. The only cure for such an ailment is time spent in silence, away even from oneself. If the existential void reflects no human light, let your own self give nothing, not least to the void. All soon fades out of sight, and there become no holes to tread in. </span><br />
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Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 'Confessions', Book Ten, page 483.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-43617875218139778522011-10-04T06:41:00.001-07:002011-10-04T06:41:38.180-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><em>Do not go gentle into that good night...</em></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-68433014429463690042011-09-13T05:18:00.000-07:002011-09-13T05:18:47.952-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.<br />
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and breathed through it melodies eternally new.<br />
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance innefable.<br />
Thy infinite blessings come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.<br />
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- Rabindranath Tagore.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-9847475540142368352011-09-06T22:38:00.001-07:002011-09-06T22:38:52.841-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><em>A Day in the Life of a Musician .</em><br />
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Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.) <br />
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Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am. <br />
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My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself. <br />
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I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me. <br />
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My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely. <br />
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I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another. </div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020770057127262535.post-34936629782968178042011-08-19T23:28:00.000-07:002011-08-19T23:32:06.738-07:0009/07/2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_anbf4l="100">Today was a day. <strong>1. </strong>Instead of Filip arriving in the afternoon, Ernie and Kim showed up mid-morning, while I was still in my bed-clothes, and we hung for about six hours. Jesse tagged along, and we picked up Aiden and went skating at the Bar Beach Bowl. Today was one of those rare, desirable days wherein the absurdity of life was subconsciously comprehended to a profoundly total degree; and I felt very little to absolutely no inhibition; skating at Bar Beach, dealing with acquaitences of listening to rude and lude songs with the younger sibling. It was life as I purposed and as it should be, in its most lucid and perfect state. <strong>2.</strong> A new feeling of wasted potential in light of my inability to find purpose of desire or direction in life. This was/is closely related to my re-enrolling in university. <strong>3. </strong>In conversation with Melissa and a newbie Last.fm, I felt, not learned, but understanding. On some yet unfathomed level I felt as if I understood the world, and sensed intuitively my progression as a conscious being. Very slow progress, but progress nontheless rewarding. <strong>Lastly</strong>, in a rather obscure and blase move, - I took a shit in the shower. Mhm. I have a blurred yet sensually vivid memory of taste-testing a stool in a similar situation when I was very young, still aged in single digits, and I had recently felt some weak, grey, but consistent... invitational 'hey' to do so again, minus the culinary aspect, and so, well, I just down an' did it. In such a queer setting. I could only think of it as like an abortion. It was the most surreally out-of-place object, you cannot imagine. Sardonically (synchronicity?), mother, immediately afterwards, told me to exit the shower. (Relatively) Healthy bodies make for no waste. Trying to remove it was like staving flesh of a partially-mummified body with acid-spray. The exoskeleton is wont to stay. You can extrapolate, yes? Maybe no, it is not so pleasant for most. On the whole I was neither really intruiged, nor once repulsed. I am a creature of necessity, it seems; creativity, experimentation or risk are never call for wonder or grand emotive response. I may as well have been buttering toast.</div><div closure_uid_40hzml="106"><br />
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</div>Imagine: the soundtrack of a silent film concerning the end of the world through heat-death. The billion year dissolution of all forms of existence in the universe is compressed and played out in the span of one hour. All spectral luminescence-become-decay. The score reads as the last whispers of life immaterial; to transcience; to love; to God and dust; Goodbye.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758168056465614525noreply@blogger.com0