As kids, our stock answer to most every question was nothing.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Thursday, December 3, 2020
No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. There may be countless trails and bridges and demigods who would gladly carry you across; but only at the price of pawning and forgoing yourself. There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don't ask, Walk!
Friedrich Nietzche, 1844 - 1900
Sunday, November 29, 2020
In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it's the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.
Jodi Picoult, b. 1966
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Sunday, November 15, 2020
All architects of fate, working in these walls of time; some with massive deeds and great, some with ornaments of rhyme. For the structure that we raise time is with materials filled; our today's and yesterdays are the blocks with which we build. Build today, then, strong and sure, with a firm and ample base; and ascending and secure shall tomorrow find its place.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 - 1882
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Justice is the first virtue of social institutions, as truth is of systems of thought. A theory however elegant and economical must be rejected or revised if it is untrue; likewise, laws and institutions no matter how efficient and well-arranged must be reformed or abolished if they are unjust. Each person possesses an inviolability founded on justice that even the welfare of society as a whole cannot override. For this reason, justice denies that the loss of freedom for some is made right by a greater good shared by others. It does not allow that the sacrifices imposed on a few are outweighed by the larger sum of advantages enjoyed by many. Therefore in a just society, the liberties of equal citizenship are taken as settled; the rights secured by justice are not subject to political bargaining or to the calculus of social interests.
(John Rawls, 1921 - 2002)
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at the table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or the animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
(Walt Whitman, 1818 - 1892)
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