Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness…
Who do Bono and the ONE campaign really represent: the very poor or the very rich? Elevation.
Corruption and short-termism are pushing us along the path of sorrows. Via Dolorosa.
If the ‘hardest-worked river in the world’ can recover to this extent, almost anything is possible. Where Hope Flows.
The dictate that one ‘not speak ill of the dead’ is (at best) appropriate for private individuals, not influential public figures. Margaret Thatcher and misapplied death etiquette.
Here’s one of the big ideas we need to fight the power of the elite. The Spark of Hope.
The line that separates the public from the private sphere is arbitrary, but fiercely policed. Line of Battle.
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Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself…
We ate in silence, stealing glances, forming questions, abandoning them under the weight of a thousand bad tangents, worse memories, mires and traps…
I took perhaps fifty steps down the sidewalk, and then I stopped…
All my hopes and desires and fondest aspirations have finally been reduced to their true dimensions, my old son…
“All you have to do is wait,” I explained…
I’m enraged at this bad turn my body has done me…
I wonder what inspires a man to complain of “having nothing to do”...
Ziyong asked, Is there one word that can be practiced for the whole of one’s life? ...
I went for a rug-rethink in Queensway this afternoon…
Kin’yo, an officer of the second rank, had a brother called the High Priest Ryōgaku, an extremely bad-tempered man…
Every time you practice a task, you further burn into your brain the webwork of neurons responsible for carrying out that task…