Monday, March 29, 2010

In all the colours and tones and depths of my soul...
In the breadth and brightness and brute of my spirit...
Brilliance is contagious, stupidity less so;
Joy is is contagious, sorrow less so;
Ecstacy is contagious, psychosis less so.....

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010
PAST, n. That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we
have a slight and regrettable acquaintance. A moving line called the
Present parts it from an imaginary period known as the Future. These
two grand divisions of Eternity, of which the one is continually
effacing the other, are entirely unlike. The one is dark with sorrow
and disappointment, the other bright with prosperity and joy. The
Past is the region of sobs, the Future is the realm of song. In the
one crouches Memory, clad in sackcloth and ashes, mumbling penitential
prayer; in the sunshine of the other Hope flies with a free wing,
beckoning to temples of success and bowers of ease. Yet the Past is
the Future of yesterday, the Future is the Past of to-morrow. They
are one -- the knowledge and the dream.

Ambrose Bierce

Monday, March 08, 2010

The imagining self vs the experiencing self vs the remembering self...

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

“She used to say, ‘When there are so many problems in life, I should put myself on the scale?’ ”