Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth,

— more than ruin — more even than death. Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.

(Bertrand Russell)

Economics, finance,

trade, money,

politics, religion,
relationship, love,

science, philosophy,
technology, art.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off.


There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.

(Munroe, ‘Choices: Part 4’)

Art today is condemned to a separate existence for present day life is essentially tragic.

But in some distant future, art and life will be one.

(Piet Mondrian)

Consciousness, memory,

transformation, survival.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Dalai Lama is the new Pope,

and Buddhism is the new Christianity.

“There is nothing so disobedient as an undisciplined mind,
and there is nothing so obedient as a disciplined mind.”

(Buddha)

Institutionalised spirituality is an oxymoron,

it must end.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

It seems to be a being,

yet also a non-being.

It can not stand being pinned down,
yet likes to be observed and adored.

I call it a bitch sometimes,
I am not sure if it likes it.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Jesus Christ myth in the modern context;

You will not be appreciated in your time,
and you will be sacrificed for trying.

If it succeeds I will enjoy it,

but if it fails and falls on its face,
I will enjoy it even more,
and laugh all the way down.

There are some invariants of life that never change with scale,

and join the fine structure of the universe in the limit.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Road Not Taken


 TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

(Robert Frost)