The damsel can't be saved if she seeks distress.
1.6.12
Somewhere between now and then, things happened, words were said, lives were changed. Everyone but you could see the fear in my eyes.
Blinded,
obsessed,
consumed.
H.
KITCHEN
31.5.12
There's something poetic about sitting here, alone, not even another customer to keep me company.
My order remains constant, always the skinny Latte.
Spritus
31.5.12
Heart is lost
Like a lost little one
I can’t stop
Thinking there’s something I forgot…
Young one,
there’s a big sun,
and my love
shines on!
Hopelessness
well it’s over now
Spiritus
you’re still with me somehow
Young one,
there’s a big sun,
and my love
shines on
H.
Lisa Mitchell - Spiritus
23.4.12
Dawkins and Hitchens both know that what is coming is permanent. There is no happy ending, with no chance of reunion or redemption in some other plane. Death will be a final parting, permanent and absolute.
In that embrace, it’s not just that Hitchens means a great deal to Dawkins. It’s knowing that soon, they’ll be separated by eternity. And yet, in infinite time and space, two motes of consciousness, against unfathomable odds, simply had the opportunity to enjoy a brief lucidity of life and touch each other in some small way before returning forever to the endless naught.
Honestly, there is absolutely nothing more important than the realization that this life, the single life we have, is all and everything that we will ever have; when it’s over, it’s over. In a way, it gives life more sanctity and meaning than any religion could dream."
J.
Ref: http://imgur.com/r/atheism/MtkXz (Arion VIII)
20.4.12
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I've spent on you
Where are the times gone baby
It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two
If happy ever after did exist I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairytales are full of shit
One more fucking love song I'll be safe
You turned your back on tomorrow
Cause you forgot yesterday I gave you my love to borrow
But just gave it away
You can't expect me to be a friend
I don't expect you to care I know I said it before
But all of our bridges burnt down I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralysed
Still stucked in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
H.
Reason in Common Sense
18.4.12
...Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness.When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. In the first stage of life the mind is frivolous and
easily distracted; it misses progress by failing in consecutiveness and persistence. This is the condition of children and barbarians, in whom instinct has learned nothing from experience. In a
second stage men are docile to events, plastic to new habits and suggestions, yet able to graft them
on original instincts, which they thus bring to fuller satisfaction. This is the plane of manhood and true progress. Last comes a stage when retentiveness is exhausted and all that happens is at once forgotten; a vain, because unpractical,repetition of the past takes the place of plasticity and fertile readaptation. In a moving world readaptation is the price of longevity. The hard shell, far from protecting the vital principle, condemns it to die down slowly and be gradually chilled; immortality in such a case must have been secured earlier, by giving birth to a generation plastic to the contemporary world and able to retain its lessons. Thus old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible ; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive
reaction, like a bird s chirp... [1]
I was going to avoid commenting because I thought that it was eloquent enough, but the grammatical errors are just that bit too annoying to not mention. So I did, and I have. (*were)
H.
1. Santayana George, The Life of Reason: Reason in Common Sense (2nd ed.), Charles Scribner's Sons, New York 1924
We live together in a photograph of time.
17.4.12
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| Him |
I was lying in my bed tonight when it suddenly hit me; I just have to let you all know how I feel.
I once was asked to write an essay on 'love'. I sat there in despair, wondering how I was ever going to explain this inexplicable emotion. I came to the conclusion the definition was irrelevant, and it was more the sheer fact it existed that made love so important, some I would say the reason for living. That the existence of love somehow made humanity complete- for it was not the higher power binding us all on this earth, but a simple yet unyielding emotion which holds us all together, and with it our sanity too. Time will change things, this is for sure. But what will always remain constant is the love I have for this man.
Happy Birthday Luke.
H.
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