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Change only takes place through action. advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. can i follow you home and listen to you think? you're never fully dressed without a smile. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. why is compassion not part of our established curriculum, an inherent part of our education? compassion, awe, wonder, curiosity, exaltation, humility - these are the very foundations of any real civilization, no longer the prerogatives, the preserves of any one church, but belonging to everyone, every child in every home, every school. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a person's determination. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know..
I always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable..
. Tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world..
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I always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable..
. Tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world..