“We shall avoid pain always, and seek for pleasure. But of pleasures there are two kinds: For the first, and false pleasures, we must pay too high a price: The sacrifice of our physical health and peace of mind. And without our health and peace of mind we are unable to enjoy any pleasures. The second kind of pleasures is our eternal companions, the right kind of pleasures.
These noble pleasures are the enjoyments of all beautiful things in nature: The mountains, the forests, the oceans, the colors of the sunrise and sunset. All that is beautiful in man’s creation: great books, great music, great works of art, friendship, and love.
The wise man shall have as his program of living, the gradual replacement of the false pleasures with our eternal companions, the noble pleasures of life.”
Epicurus (Greek philosopher)
scott's tumblr: Notes from an Occupation 17: Dolores Park "Ruckus"
So I’m just going to quick talk about what happened tonight, 30 April, 2012, on the eve of the May Day 2012 General Strike. I don’t know everything yet, and I’m too busy getting ready for tomorrow to really sit down and do homework. You’re getting my on the ground observations and you’re getting…
Arcade Fire
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth
Something for Everyone…
“It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he’s visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the holy grail, symbol of God’s divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, “You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men.” But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, so he reached into the fire to take the grail, and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now as this boy grew older, his wound grew deeper. Until one day, life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn’t love or feel loved. He was sick with experience. He began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. And being a fool, he was simple minded, he didn’t see a king. He only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, “What ails you friend?” The king replied, “I’m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat”. So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands and there was the holy grail, that which he sought all of his life. And he turned to the fool and said with amazement, “How can you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?” And the fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.”
-Parry, from ‘The Fisher King’
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Look At This Life-Saving Cat of the Day: An 8-year-old, 21-pound moggy named Pudding is being credited with saving its owner’s life — mere hours after he was adopted from the local humane society shelter.
Amy Jung of Sturgeon Bay wasn’t intending on adopting a cat when she visited the Door County Humane Society earlier this month, but that’s what she ended up doing.
In fact, she brought home two cats that day: Pudding and Wimsy.
Around 11 PM that night, Jung, a diabetic, suffered a seizure while asleep in her bed. Pudding, she says, jumped on her chest and started swatting and biting her face, “anything he could to pull me out of it.”
Eventually she did come to, and cried out to her son Ethan for help. After it became clear that her calls were going unanswered, Pudding again rushed to Jung’s rescue, sprinting toward Ethan’s room, and jumping on his chest to alert him to his mother’s emergency.
Jung says Pudding prevented her untimely demise that night. “If something or someone hadn’t pulled me out of that, I wouldn’t be here,” she told Gannett Wisconsin Media.
According to Jung, Pudding isn’t taking anymore chances, and has started sitting at her feet and meowing whenever her blood glucose level falls too low.
[gbpg / arbroath.]
Another reason why animals deserve to be treated so much better than human society currently does.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzys99EFsr1qzpwi0o1_1280.jpg)
Look At This Life-Saving Cat of the Day: An 8-year-old, 21-pound moggy named Pudding is being credited with saving its owner’s life — mere hours after he was adopted from the local humane society shelter.
Amy Jung of Sturgeon Bay wasn’t intending on adopting a cat when she visited the Door County Humane Society earlier this month, but that’s what she ended up doing.
In fact, she brought home two cats that day: Pudding and Wimsy.
Around 11 PM that night, Jung, a diabetic, suffered a seizure while asleep in her bed. Pudding, she says, jumped on her chest and started swatting and biting her face, “anything he could to pull me out of it.”
Eventually she did come to, and cried out to her son Ethan for help. After it became clear that her calls were going unanswered, Pudding again rushed to Jung’s rescue, sprinting toward Ethan’s room, and jumping on his chest to alert him to his mother’s emergency.
Jung says Pudding prevented her untimely demise that night. “If something or someone hadn’t pulled me out of that, I wouldn’t be here,” she told Gannett Wisconsin Media.
According to Jung, Pudding isn’t taking anymore chances, and has started sitting at her feet and meowing whenever her blood glucose level falls too low.
Another reason why animals deserve to be treated so much better than human society currently does.
This day:
A year ago I wrote poems. Today I bought a shredder to keep them in. #lol
Whitney Houston - “One Moment In Time”
RIP Whitney (Aug 9, 1963 -Feb 11, 2012)
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Khalil Gibran
A manifesto…
Words are my religion, and I am their oracle. Speak true with them.
Thoughts are my river and I am their canoe. Be genuine in them.
Dreams are my illumination and I am their torchbearer. Remember them.
Music is my forest and I am its fauna. Live in it.
Nature is my savior and I am its servant. Protect it.
People are my potion and I am their survivor. Cherish them.
The world is my body and I am its blood. Explore it.
The Sun and Moon are my horizon and I am their event. Aim towards them.
The Stars are my soul and I am their vessel. Shine with them.
Love is me, and I am love. Take my hand.
::Srini Feb 3, 2012 2:51pm
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
Anais Nin
