It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
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May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a strangerβs eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Iβd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
The more I read this poem the more I appreciate it. It's a good kind of prescriptive.
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THE MOODS
TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
-Yeats, of course.
TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
-Yeats, of course.
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We're going back to church with this one!π₯ Jamaican is so beautiful!
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Turns out life could be even shorter than anticipated.
I knew tech bros would be the death of me.
I knew tech bros would be the death of me.
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The_Art_of_Worldly_Wisdom_-_Balthasar_Gracian.pdf
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To be taken with a pinch of salt cause it can read like 48 Laws of Power(well, it fathered it).
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The Art of Worldly Wisdom, by Balthasar Gracian
He said this 400 years ago. Lord help us!
Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
-Prometheus, Lord Byron
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
-Prometheus, Lord Byron
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"Sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it."
Nah. I like my spare tire. It did nothing but comfort me.
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