Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Philosophy is, after all, done ultimately in the first person for the first person.
- H-N Castaneda
- H-N Castaneda
Saturday, February 23, 2008
"I think Slavery is wrong, morally, and politically. I desire that it should be no further spread in these United States, and I should not object if it should gradually terminate in the whole Union."
- Abraham Lincoln
Speech at Cincinnati, Ohio, September 17, 1859
- Abraham Lincoln
Speech at Cincinnati, Ohio, September 17, 1859
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Question to God
A man is praying to God. "Lord," he prays, "I would like to ask you a question.
"The Lord responds, "No problem. Go ahead."
"Lord, is it true that a million years to you is but a second?""Yes, that is true."
"Well, then, what is a million dollars to you?""A million dollars to me is but a penny."
"Ah, then Lord," says the man, "may I have a penny?""Sure," says the Lord. "Just a second."
--from Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar; Cathcart & Klein, HNA Inc,. 2007; New York.
A man is praying to God. "Lord," he prays, "I would like to ask you a question.
"The Lord responds, "No problem. Go ahead."
"Lord, is it true that a million years to you is but a second?""Yes, that is true."
"Well, then, what is a million dollars to you?""A million dollars to me is but a penny."
"Ah, then Lord," says the man, "may I have a penny?""Sure," says the Lord. "Just a second."
--from Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar; Cathcart & Klein, HNA Inc,. 2007; New York.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
"In America the majority raises formidable barriers around the liberty of opinion; within these barriers an author may write what he pleases, but woe to him if he goes beyond them."
- Alexis de Tocqueville
- Alexis de Tocqueville
Monday, February 11, 2008
Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
-H. L. Mencken
-H. L. Mencken
Sunday, February 10, 2008
"I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand them." --Baruch Spinoza
Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs;
therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity."
-Socrates
therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity."
-Socrates
Saturday, February 02, 2008
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for
you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores
a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for
you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores
a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Friday, February 01, 2008
leave- leaving tears
your child drives away
tail lights stream into the distance...
leaving tears swell and fall.
sadness over separation?
tears of worry?
droplets of pride?
leave- leaving tears!"be gone!"...
as the way of all
gone.
leaving tears- leave!
2/1/08- Warren Thompson
your child drives away
tail lights stream into the distance...
leaving tears swell and fall.
sadness over separation?
tears of worry?
droplets of pride?
leave- leaving tears!"be gone!"...
as the way of all
gone.
leaving tears- leave!
2/1/08- Warren Thompson
