July 2011
“Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean,
who is neither tarnished nor afraid…
He is the hero,
he is everything.
He must be a complete man and a common man
and yet an unusual man.
He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase,
a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability,
without thought of it, and certainly without saying it.
He must be the best man in his world
and a good enough man for any world.” —~ Raymond Chandler
who is neither tarnished nor afraid…
He is the hero,
he is everything.
He must be a complete man and a common man
and yet an unusual man.
He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase,
a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability,
without thought of it, and certainly without saying it.
He must be the best man in his world
and a good enough man for any world.” —~ Raymond Chandler
“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.”
—~ Matsuo Basho
“There, in the depths of sleep, is the communion of the living and the dead.”
—~ Gennady Aygi, ”Veronica’s Book”
June 2011
“There is no birth, there is no death; there is no coming, there is no going; there is no same, there is no different; there is no permanent self, there is no annihilation. We only think there is.”
—~ Thich Nhat Hanh
“Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.” —~ Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XXI”
it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.” —~ Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XXI”
“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”
—~ Bram Stoker, “Dracula”
WHY YOU SO SHORT? JW
I am 6’4”, which is 193cm, which means there is a very small portion of the population that can call me short. Are you Shaq? :O
Naww, U JUST JELLY! ;D
This Happens Frequently.
A joke made me laugh today, and I immediately thought it’d be something you would enjoy. Of course, then I had to remind myself that I couldn’t tell it to you, because you’re not here. I’ll never be able to see you smile again…
The joke doesn’t make me laugh anymore. :/
"I loved my friend, He went away from me, There's nothing more to say, The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend"
- Langston Hughes
“
Remember always that you are just a visitor here, a traveler passing through. Your stay is but short and the moment of your departure unknown.
None can live without toil and a craft that provides your needs is a blessing indeed. But if you toil without rest, fatigue and weariness will overtake you, and you will be denied the joy that comes from labor’s end.
Speak quietly and kindly and be not forward with either opinions or advice. If you talk much, this will make you deaf to what others say, and you should know that there are few so wise that they cannot learn from others.
Be near when help is needed, but far when praise and thanks are being offered.
Take small account of might, wealth and fame, for they soon pass and are forgotten. Instead, nurture love within you and and strive to be a friend to all. Truly, compassion is a balm for many wounds.
Treasure silence when you find it, and while being mindful of your duties, set time aside, to be alone with yourself.
Cast off pretense and self-deception and see yourself as you really are.
Despite all appearances, no one is really evil. They are led astray by ignorance. If you ponder this truth always you will offer more light, rather then blame and condemnation.
You, no less than all beings have Buddha Nature within. Your essential Mind is pure. Therefore, when defilements cause you to stumble and fall, let not remorse nor dark foreboding cast you down. Be of good cheer and with this understanding, summon strength and walk on.
Faith is like a lamp and wisdom makes the flame burn bright. Carry this lamp always and in good time the darkness will yield and you will abide in the Light.
” —~ Dhammavadaka
“What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?
{Latin: Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus tam cari capitis?}” —~ Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus), “Carmina” (1, 24, 1)
{Latin: Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus tam cari capitis?}” —~ Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus), “Carmina” (1, 24, 1)
