The limits of my language mean the limits of my world. -Ludwig Wittgenstein,
philosopher (1889-1951)
There are four ways, and only four ways, in which we have contact with the
world. We are evaluated and classified by these four contacts: what we do,
how we look, what we say, and how we say it. -Dale Carnegie, author and
educator (1888-1955)
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by
starving the best part of the mind. -William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel
laureate (1865-1939)
In the republic of mediocrity genius is dangerous. -Robert G. Ingersoll,
lawyer and orator (1833-1899)
Truth is not only violated by falsehood; it may be equally outraged by
silence. -Henri Frederic Amiel philosopher and writer (1821-1881)
The satiated man and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they
look upon a loaf of bread. -Rumi, poet and mystic (1207-1273)
Lying is done with words and also with silence. -Adrienne Rich, writer and
teacher (1929- )
When we have the courage to speak out -- to break our silence -- we inspire
the rest of the "moderates" in our communities to speak up and voice their
views. -Sharon Schuster
It does not require many words to speak the truth. -Chief Joseph, native
American leader (1840-1904)
As the State is a soulless machine, it can never be weaned from violence to
which it owes its very existence. -Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869-1948)
Why should I give them my mind as well? -Dalai Lama, when asked if he
wasn't angry at the Chinese for taking over his country. (1935- )
So I haven't updated in about a century...lots going on. Here's Bono's insight on How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb:
'How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb is an odd title for album,' he mused. 'We accept that. Actually I was talking about my father Bob. He was the atomic bomb in question. I wanna thank my father Bob for giving me the voice and a bit of attitude to use it ...'
Just bought the CD tonight...it's good. Not quite The Joshua Tree, but what can you expect? I approve of it. It may just take some getting used to. Unlike Lifehouse, which I am currently absolutely addicted to.
I love how I'm writing this when I have a 103 point paper due Monday that I haven't even started yet. Oh well. I do what I want. Or at least I like to think so. I'm past the point of exhaustion right now, so it's probably smart not to listen to me. But I did get rock candy tonight, which made me happy. We no longer can purchase it anywhere in this town, therefore, I must go to Co-Town to get it. AND I got lipgloss!!! The minty kind from Bath & Body. Best kind ever. Trust me, I know. And I got some sticky notes...so all in all, it was a productive night. Ate at Olive Garden with Mom, Wen, and Grannie...I ate way too much. But pasta's good, so I have an excuse. I miss Quin. Can't wait to see what they do tomorrow. He was the best part of even watching them...besides Kleiza...I mean, come on, the guy was Lithuanian! I've decided that I'm going to go to Duke, just so I can chill with Coach K. That would be unbelievable. Read some more Lance tonight...always an inspiration. He's one of those people that I would always love to be able to meet and talk to (like John Rzeznik) but what would you talk about to someone of that stature? I'd most likely just be stupefied. Like John Nash (Russel Crowe) in A Beautiful Mind..."Terrified. Mortified. Petrified. Stupefied... by you." I love that movie. Speaking of movies I love, I walk into the living room when we got home, and Fajah is watching The Green Mile, so I caught about the last 10 minutes of it. One I will always love. Couldn't find Love Actually today at Target. Stupid.
On to deeper things (hopefully)...yes, I need to get the new fodder on here, though by now, it's probably not as new. Still has the same effect. Will try to do that sometime soon. Maybe I'm just scared of what I have to say. Or just can't think of anything. Either/or at this point. So I had this rather disheartening revelation last night about not being able to achieve what you've always wanted. Although I didn't want to believe it, it was the truth, and the truth you must accept. I also realized that there's a chance that I will amount to absolutely nothing. I guess it's still the naive, untouched part of me that still wants to believe that there's something bigger out there for me, that I will be something great. But what is "great", anyway? It has to be self-defined. So what if I became the next Lance? Yes, I may inspire people and help the world, but no one really knows him, and sooner or later, he will be forgotten. (Okay, so maybe he never will be forgotten, but for the sake of this thought, he might). When people (me included) think of someone that has impacted their life, it is not a movie star or famous inspirational figure, but someone who has been there for them, been close to them, and taught them. People think of their mothers...and maybe that's what it is, in the end. A family. Close friends. The learning experience. So giving up this thought of becoming something, maybe not giving it up, but realizing that it won't happen, or it's something altogether different than originally thought, well...it's a difficult thing. And I still have the hope...that pushes those that will let it. There's always hope.
More later...I'm exhausted.
