Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
No-no, no, no-no, no-no-no-no
No, no-no, no, no, no-no, no-no, no-no
No-no-no-no, no-no, no, no-no, no
Human Beinz version of the Isley's song "Nobody But Me."
Or the motto of the GOP in Congress.
Sorry, this has been banging around in my head this morning, and I couldn't resist...living in a swing state during a hotly-contested Presidential election cycle, being bombarded with media messages -- it has pushed me over the edge, I think.
"It is the mark of an educated mind to be
able to entertain a thought without accepting it."
'Great thoughts are against all doctrines of conformity.'
- Austin Osman Spare
"He who learns must suffer."
"Creativity comes from trust.
Trust your instincts."
-Rita Mae Brown
"I first met Rolling Thunder, a medicine man who lives
in Nevada, in 1970 and have since observed him conduct
several healing sessions and consultations. Once I
listened to him give instructions to a client who had come
for dream interpretation. Instead of telling the client what
the dream meant, Rolling Thunder asked the client to imagine
himself as each of the characters in the dream so that he
would be able to interpret the dream himself. He gave him
the tools rather than the answers."
-Stanley Krippner, Ph.D.
"Creativity requires the courage
to let go of certainties."
"Any activity becomes creative when
the doer cares about doing it right,
or doing it better."
“Grief reunites you with what you've lost. It's a merging; you go with the loved thing or person that's going away. You follow it a far as you can go.
But finally,the grief goes away and you phase back into the world. Without him.
And you can accept that. What the hell choice is there? You cry, you continue to cry, because you don't ever completely come back from where you went with him -- a fragment broken off your pulsing, pumping heart is there still. A cut that never heals.
And if, when it happens to you over and over again in life, too much of your heart does finally go away, then you can't feel grief any more. And then you yourself are ready to die. You'll walk up the inclined ladder and someone else will remain behind grieving for you.”
― Philip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said