Ecclesiastes 11:7-10

Remember Your Creator While Young

7 Light is sweet,
and it pleases the eyes to see the sun.
8 However many years anyone may live,
let them enjoy them all.
But let them remember the days of darkness,
for there will be many.
Everything to come is meaningless.

9 You who are young, be happy while you are young,
and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth.
Follow the ways of your heart
and whatever your eyes see,
but know that for all these things
God will bring you into judgment.
10 So then, banish anxiety from your heart
and cast off the troubles of your body,
for youth and vigor are meaningless.

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Rioting as a Luxury

There are two things happening right now in the world: thisthis.

In both images, people are wearing the colors of the side they support.  In both images, emotions are running high.

However, these are two very different images.  The events they depict could not be more polarized.

It is hard to imagine that on a single planet there are two very different groups of people dealing with two very different types of hardships, simultaneously.

It would be beneficial to stop and think about what this dichotomy might mean.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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On Community

I need community.  I need to be in community.  Without community, I am left to listen to my own heart and mind.  Although I do love my heart and mind, they often have a very singular perspective on what is reality, or actuality.  Among other things, community allows my heart and mind to hear and discourse with the hearts and minds of others.  This brings me into a more healthful perspective of who I am and what is going on around me.

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On Humans

An excerpt from “An Outpost of Progress” by Joseph Conrad:

The two men watched the steamer round the bend, then, ascending arm in arm the slope of the bank, returned to the station. They had been in this vast and dark country only a very short time, and as yet always in the midst of other white men, under the eye and guidance of their superiors. And now, dull as they were to the subtle influences of surroundings, they felt themselves very much alone, when suddenly left unassisted to face the wilderness; a wilderness rendered more strange, more incomprehensible by the mysterious glimpses of the vigorous life it contained. They were two perfectly insignificant and incapable individuals, whose existence is only rendered possible through the high organization of civilized crowds. Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings. The courage, the composure, the confidence; the emotions and principles; every great and every insignificant thought belongs not to the individual but to the crowd: to the crowd that believes blindly in the irresistible force of its institutions and of its morals, in the power of its police and of its opinion. But the contact with pure unmitigated savagery, with primitive nature and primitive man, brings sudden and profound trouble into the heart. To the sentiment of being alone of one’s kind, to the clear perception of the loneliness of one’s thoughts, of one’s sensations–to the negation of the habitual, which is safe, there is added the affirmation of the unusual, which is dangerous; a suggestion of things vague, uncontrollable, and repulsive, whose discomposing intrusion excites the imagination and tries the civilized nerves of the foolish and the wise alike.

Modern humanity encapsulated in paragraph-form.  Alarming.  Brilliant.

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On Truth

In this month’s Harpers, there is an excerpt from a deposition of appropriation artist, Richard Prince, in a copyright suit against him.  Towards the end of the excerpt, the exchange goes like this:

Q: So when you said you were taking flying lessons in your own airplane, that wasn’t true?

A: I was being creative.

Q: Which means it wasn’t true?

A: I would leave that up to the audience.  I don’t want to say whether or not–I might be flying, taking flying lessons.  I don’t see the relevance of that.

Q: But you understand you’re under oath now?

A: Oh.

Q: Did anyone tell you that?

A: Yes.

Q: So do you understand it’s important in this deposition to tell the actual truth?

A: But I’m trying to explain what I meant when you asked me–

Q: I asked you if you owned an airplane.

A: And I said no.

Q: In this deposition I will ask you to do your best to give us the actual truth instead of like what somebody might imagine the truth could be.

Thank you, Richard Prince.

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On Friends

It is true that friends make great moments greater.

Let me just also say that, I am in no way opposed to foggy days; or warm, rainy days.

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Ludwig Wittgenstein – Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

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“7.  Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.”

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An Important FYIzzle


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