posted February 17, 2008 07:01 PM              

Do you think these chain emails work? My mom forwards me them all the time.

Subject: FW:
Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 20:13:18 +0000

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"When You're Down to Nothing, God’s up to Something"

"Worry looks around, sorry looks back, Faith looks up."

This angel is sent to you.
You must send her to 8 people including me.

In 8 minutes you will receive something you have long awaited.

posted February 17, 2008 07:03 PM              

Great commentary too.

"People often know what is best for themselves,
and in those instances we ought to let nature take her course.
The most reluctant patients are not always wrongly so.
They may refuse our prescriptions for better reasons than we know."

posted February 18, 2008 05:14 PM              

The white cloud is the son of the blue mountain.

All day long they depend on each other without being dependent on each other.

The white cloud is always the white cloud.

The blue mountain is always the blue mountain.

posted February 18, 2008 06:40 PM              

and, having found it, forget it.

posted February 18, 2008 06:42 PM              

Smug detachment is the required postmodern pose, because, on a psychological level, postmodernism is driven above all by the fear of looking silly, of being seen to be taking something - which the big Other might turn out to deem as ridiculous - seriously. The pomonaut is so depressively flat because he is well aware that there is nothing that can in principle escape this judgement. Conspicuously cultivated ironic distantiation, the flaunting of lack of commitment, is thus the only possible option.

posted February 22, 2008 08:42 PM              

"The squirrel you mourn in earnest, lives in jest."
~ Valerian the Fool

posted February 25, 2008 10:28 PM              

~ Suzuki Roshi

posted February 25, 2008 11:16 PM            

and

for Suzuki Roshi

posted February 29, 2008 04:11 PM              

~ Chogyam Trungpa

posted March 02, 2008 11:50 PM              

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas

posted March 03, 2008 06:18 PM            

The most incredible experiences are not realized until after they are over. During such experiences, guiding spirits shield from our vision all but the moment. Only in time do great lessons come to light."

~ Coltin

"Love. Begin with love and you can never go wrong. Ending in love, you know you've done right. Love is the beginning and end of all good labors, and all true questions. But love does not seek to uncover, only to leave things be. Love knows that all is well."