today
pigeons are probably my spirit guide
i was looking for the nerdfighter forum and i found this and i’m pretty sure the producer’s name is a House of Leaves reference, being blue and all
the interview was fine
i‘ve gotten really into paradoxes
June 2013
72 posts
“It is true that a highly general definition can be given for figure which will fit all figures without expressing the peculiar nature of any figure. So here in the case of soul and its specific forms. Hence it is absurd in this and similar cases to demand an absolutely general definition which will fail to express the peculiar nature of anything that is, or again, omitting this, to look for separate definitions corresponding to each infima species. The cases of figure and soul are exactly parallel; for the particulars subsumed under the common name in both cases-figures and living beings-constitute a series, each successive term of which potentially contains its predecessor, e.g. the square the triangle, the sensory power the self-nutritive. Hence we must ask in the case of each order of living things, What is its soul, i.e. What is the soul of plant, animal, man?”
—Aristotle, De Anima bk. 2; 3 (via genuineproblems)
“if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with air.” —meditation, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with air.” —meditation, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
“Personal identity is known to reside in memory, and the annulment of that faculty is known to result in idiocy. It is possible to think the same thing of the universe. Without an eternity, without a sensitive, secret mirror of what passes through every soul, universal history is lost time, and along with it our personal history—which rather uncomfortably makes ghosts of us.”
—Jorge Luis Borges, “A History of Eternity” [1936] (via contextfreeborges)
“Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
—Vincent Van Gogh (via majonaramajo99)
My grandfather asked me if I have street smarts.
“So then, his armour being furbished, his morion turned into a helmet, his hack christened, and he himself confirmed, he came to the conclusion that nothing more was needed now but to look out for a lady to be in love with.”
—Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
“The first thing he did was to clean up some armour that had belonged to his great-grandfather, and had been for ages lying forgotten in a corner eaten with rust and covered with mildew. He scoured and polished it as best he could, but he perceived one great defect in it, that it had no closed helmet, nothing but a simple morion. This deficiency, however, his ingenuity supplied, for he contrived a kind of half-helmet of pasteboard which, fitted on to the morion, looked like a whole one. It is true that, in order to see if it was strong and fit to stand a cut, he drew his sword and gave it a couple of slashes, the first of which undid in an instant what had taken him a week to do. The ease with which he had knocked it to pieces disconcerted him somewhat, and to guard against that danger he set to work again, fixing bars of iron on the inside until he was satisfied with its strength; and then, not caring to try any more experiments with it, he passed it and adopted it as a helmet of the most perfect construction.”
—Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
“In short, he became so absorbed in his books that he spent his nights from sunset to sunrise, and his days from dawn to dark, poring over them; and what with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits. His fancy grew full of what he used to read about in his books, enchantments, quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, wooings, loves, agonies, and all sorts of impossible nonsense; and it so possessed his mind that the whole fabric of invention and fancy he read of was true, that to him no history in the world had more reality in it.”
—Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
“Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak, vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.”
—Henri Nouwen (via largerloves)
“Words do not change their meaning as much in centuries as names do for us in the space of a few short years. Our memories and our hearts are not large enough, in our present mental field, to keep the dead there as well as the living. We are obliged to build on top of what has gone before and is brought to light only by a chance evacuation”
—Marcel Proust (via mytheatreofcruelty)
“In passion, memory inclines toward the intemporal. We gather up all the delights of the past in a given image; the diversely red sunsets I watch every evening will in memory be a single sunset.”
—Jorge Luis Borges, “A History of Eternity” [1936] (via contextfreeborges)
