February 2012
26 posts
“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but rising up every time we fail.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via swimtohim
)
Branches and Boulders
Every so often in life, I stumble straight into an unsolvable problem. It has no answer, no solution, no weaknesses. It has no ears to listen, no mouth to speak, no eyes to see, and yet it never stops watching, never stops hearing, and never stops screaming. It is a constant struggle, yet it never struggles. I struggle. And the more I struggle, the more of a struggle it becomes. It is not my...
“so let’s just lie here for a few more moments…sharing air and whispering secrets...”
– (via boldbrazenbrave)
“It is an extraordinary claim to say this vast and complex universe came from...”
– Bob and Gretchen Passantino (via apologeticsnstuff)
“There are no new topics. Only new perspectives. And I feel like anyone who has...”
– faith-and-logic
“You cannot change things. All you can really do is wait for things to change.”
“I believe that when you find something worth chasing, you run until you catch up...”
January 2012
53 posts
“the thing about warning signs is that they only tell you what is going to...”
– (via boldbrazenbrave)
“The eye cannot see the eye.”
“Our attempt to control ourselves on the inside is merely an unwillingness to die...”
“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via styleandstarbucks)
“For just one second, look at your life and see how perfect it is. Stop looking...”
– The Magicians, Lev Grossman (via 500daysofnature)
“For evil must not be done that good may come of it…”
– Bartolome de las Casas, In Defense of Indians (c. 1550)
“Rest in reason; move in passion.”
– Kahlil Gibran (via girlwithoutwings)
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Nicolas Cage: To steal the Declaration of Independence.
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
“A spoonful of salt in a lake is almost unnoticeable, but a spoonful of salt in a...”
“Any inability to show love to others is merely a refusal to accept God’s.”