A short while back one of America's Great, Rich, Old, White Men said this -
"You got the first mainstream African American, who is 
and a nice-looking guy."
What he really meant was:
Thank God that we have those Rich, Old, White Men to run this country for us.
Who knows what would happen to us if they weren't there to keep us from destroying us-selves.
"I'd discovered, without knowing it, the difference between speaking and being. This is what listening is, true listening, the lonely but open mind...The soul's path is in the ear -- not in the mirror."
"For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me. And what I dreaded has happened to me."
- Job 3:25
"I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes."
- Job 3:26
Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being. Between the silence of the world and the silence of God.
When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor form other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.
You are made in the image of what you desire.
The only thing I will ever miss, is the goldfish that I never got to meet.
"But the blind are merely casual observers of life. Lack of being, but recorders of being." stated the ambivalent (target demographic).
"No. We have method...Even when listening to traffic the mind draws its own pictures of the streets crowded with Russian ghosts and wheels that have broken loose from their carriages." replied the blind anterior (niche market).
After crossing the bridge of sighs and standing firmly in a truncated eternity; he turned and admitted the failure of his thought.
There is more than the two lives he distinguished: the life of the one how suffers,
and the life of the one who records the suffering of others.
The third is the one oblivious to life beyond the conventions that they are hurled into.
The third is the living dead. The good old salt of the Earth who delivers hemlock.
Salt of the Earth makes the land barren.
I have nothing left to translate
Into the figures of night
Or the pale geometry
Of the fire-birds.
If I once had a wagon of lights to ride in
The axle is broken
The horses are shot.
Mystification of power is one of the forms of oppression;
Ignorance is a situation in which man may be enclosed as narrowly as in a prison;
...every individual may practice his freedom inside his world, but not everyone has the means of rejecting, even by doubt, the values, taboos, and prescriptions by which he is surrounded;
...doubtless, respectful minds take the object of their respect for their own;
in this sense they are responsible for it, as they are responsible for their presence in the world: but they are not guilty if their adhesion is not a resignation of their freedom.
The notion of ambiguity must not be confused with that of absurdity.
To declare that existence is absurd is to deny that it can ever be given a meaning; to say that it is ambiguous is to assert that its meaning is never fixed, that it must be constantly won.
Absurdity challenges every ethics; but also the finished rationalization of the real would leave no room for ethics; it is because man's condition is ambiguous that he seeks, through failure and outrageousness, to save his existence.
"We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there."
"This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures."
"Who, for example, would be repelled by photographs, because a face without color and even perhaps a face in reduced proportions struck them as inhuman." (- the witty luddite's book of philology)
"The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection." (redux)
"How helpless they all looked in the ugliness of sleep. A third of life spent unconscious and corpselike."
"Some, the great majority, stumbled through their waking hours scarcely more awake, helpless in the face of destiny."
"They stumbled down a dark alley toward their deaths."
"They sent exploring feelers into the light and met fire and writhed back again into the darkness of their blind groping."
"The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair."
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