Mudre...
Re: Mudre...
“I have many names, and none of them matter. Names are not important. To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen. Others wish to know, however, so the question him saying, 'What is it like, this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the very first fire in the world. He tells them, 'It is red, like a poppy, but through it dance other colors. It has no form, like water, flowing everywhere. It is warm, like the sun of summer, only warmer. It exists for a time upon a piece of wood, and then the wood is gone, as though it were eaten, leaving behind that which is black and can be sifted like sand. When the wood is gone, it too is gone.'
Therefore, the hearers must think reality is like a poppy, like water, like the sun, like that which eats and excretes. They think it is like to anything that they are told it is like by the man who has known it. But they have not looked upon fire. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. But fire comes again into the world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a time, fire is as common as grass and clouds and the air they breathe. They see that, while it is like a poppy, it is not a poppy, while it is like water, it is not water, while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is like that which eats and passes wastes, it is not that which eats and passes wastes, but something different from each of these apart or all of these together. So they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it. They call it 'fire.'
If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only part of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words, though all the words in the world are theirs to use. He must look upon the fire, smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into its heart, or remain forever ignorant. Therefore, 'fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matter. But man forgets reality and remembers words.”
― Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light
Therefore, the hearers must think reality is like a poppy, like water, like the sun, like that which eats and excretes. They think it is like to anything that they are told it is like by the man who has known it. But they have not looked upon fire. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. But fire comes again into the world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a time, fire is as common as grass and clouds and the air they breathe. They see that, while it is like a poppy, it is not a poppy, while it is like water, it is not water, while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is like that which eats and passes wastes, it is not that which eats and passes wastes, but something different from each of these apart or all of these together. So they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it. They call it 'fire.'
If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only part of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words, though all the words in the world are theirs to use. He must look upon the fire, smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into its heart, or remain forever ignorant. Therefore, 'fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matter. But man forgets reality and remembers words.”
― Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light
“She's hot. I trust her.”
Hansel
Hansel
Re: Mudre...
Rundek: "Nimalo nisam nostalgičan. Što je to nostalgija? Ona umanjuje vrijednost sadašnjeg trenutka i onemogućava aktivan odnos prema budućem."
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
"Everything you want is on the other side of fear."
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."
Re: Mudre...
''Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.''
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
“She's hot. I trust her.”
Hansel
Hansel
Re: Mudre...
Don't talk about life, live it.
Re: Mudre...
There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.
Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand
“She's hot. I trust her.”
Hansel
Hansel
- sascha
- Postovi: 2260
- Pridružen/a: 05 pro 2011 15:51
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: lezbijka
- Status: Solo
- Lokacija: Narnija
Re: Mudre...
na kraju necemo pamtiti rijeci nasih neprijatelja, nego sutnju nasih prijatelja.
U vezi sa slobodom, dok nas ljubav ne rastavi.
-
- Postovi: 6910
- Pridružen/a: 21 svi 2012 21:56
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U braku
- Lokacija: Racisce
Re: Mudre...
Vidila zaba da se konji kuju pa i ona digla noguFaith je napisao/la:Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.
Bezi Jankec, bezi Jankec
cug ti bu pobegel
cug ti bu pobegel
Re: Mudre...
jedna mudra žena :D je napisao/la:sex je zdrav dok ne ovlada s nama
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
"Kad je neko glup ne možete mu to ni dokazati."
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."
Re: Mudre...
Možeš imati najbolju poruku na svijetu, ali će je osoba koja je prima uvijek razumjeti kroz prizmu svojih vlastitih emocija, pretpostavki i postojećih uvjerenja. Nije dovoljno biti precizan i logičan. Ključ uspješne komunikacije je razumijevanje sugovornika i oblikovanje poruke sa stajališta sugovornika.
Cijela 'mudrost' komunikacije u tri rečenice.
Cijela 'mudrost' komunikacije u tri rečenice.
Re: Mudre...
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
Re: Mudre...
don't let cynical bullshit have one fucking inch in you. it's poison. spit it out.
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
Re: Mudre...
Nothing can exist without its opposite; the two were one in the beginning and will be one again in the end. Consciousness can only exist through continual recognition of the unconscious, just as everything that lives must pass through many deaths.
Carl Jung
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
"Sometimes the things you can't change end up changing you."
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."
- talented miss cohen
- כהן גדול
- Postovi: 9776
- Pridružen/a: 24 srp 2010 21:00
- Spol/rod: žensko
Re: Mudre...
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.
Re: Mudre...
Malo glavobolje za laku noć. <3The Enlightenment and its wake were The Age of Dichotomies. Either/or. This or that. Mind or body. Cartesianism, the conceptual affirmation of contradictory dichotomies, became the conceptual backbone of a system of exclusions. The system of binary exclusions in turn became the basis for the policing, regimentation, and evaluation of bodies and identities. This kind of body is allowed in that space, that kind isn't. This kind of body is a citizen of our country, that kind of body isn't. Policing was external, identification was internal. You learned to be the kind of body you were policed into being. The conceptual dominance of Cartesian non-contradiction paved the way for the great taxonomic projects of the 18th and 19th centuries. To identify, to label, to determine with empirical (or at least anatomical) precision whether every thing was this kind or that kind. To regulate through boundaries. To control by distinction. This was the condition of power-knowledge in The Age of Dichotomies. In that age - in that image of thought, as Deleuze would say - the middle was excluded. To the in-between, to the mixed, to the dyadic was reserved the status either of miracle or of monster, whichever was most convenient. The Age of Dichotomies has given way to The Age of Anxiety. In the Age of Anxiety we are regimented not by contradiction and exclusion but by doubt and confusion. We have problematized exclusion. We have problematized conceptual non-contradiction (this is the entire project of Derrida's philosophy). We have recognized the basic fact of semiotic overdetermination: everything means more than one thing, everything is more than one thing. Everyone has multiple natures. Everyone has a mixed heritage. Everyone is a little big gay. And so on. Once we believed in the stability of our natures, to which the greatest threat was the idea of difference (What if I'm not what I thought?) Now our selves subsist in a morass of contrary notions and qualities to which indeterminacy is a daily challenge (What the fuck even am I?) A thousand indicators signal to us daily the inadequacy of our self-conception. Identification is now external, policing is internal. You're policed into never fully learning what kind of body you are. Physical boundaries are much less important when bodies are immobilized by crippling anxiety.
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
- talented miss cohen
- כהן גדול
- Postovi: 9776
- Pridružen/a: 24 srp 2010 21:00
- Spol/rod: žensko
Re: Mudre...
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.
- talented miss cohen
- כהן גדול
- Postovi: 9776
- Pridružen/a: 24 srp 2010 21:00
- Spol/rod: žensko
Re: Mudre...
Fućkaš kravu koja ti da 10 litara mlijeka pa ga razlije kad ju podojiš.
Teta
<3
Teta
<3
Re: Mudre...
-The first major category of identity produced by modernity was the child. For most of history, what we now think of as a "child" was just an unfinished or very small adult. In the late 18th and early 19th century, young people were refashioned as "children," a distinct category of person. The result of this identity formation was an explosion in the late 19th century that we now call "the Victorian cult of the child." Children suddenly need to have their portraits taken. Special clothes were made for them. The nursery stopped being the place where the children lived and became a *kind of room.* A kind or room that needed to be filled with special furniture and toys. Fast-forward 100 years to the end of WWII and the invention of the teenager; and fifty years after that the invention of the tween. ...what we see historically is that the primary correlates of identity-formation are policing and purchasing. There's a direct interrelation between capitalism knowing who you are and capitalism knowing what to sell you and how. The only thing better than selling you a thing is selling you an identity the integrity of which depends on buying a whole host of things. The problem of identity for capitalism is that identity, ideologically, is sold as a concept of truth, as the essence of what you are. But if identity is immutable, if it's the truth of what you are, you only need one. You can stop buying shit once you have what you need. Hence the two great triumphs of identity-formulation as ideology in the 21st-century: age-based identity and self-fashioning. Age-based identities have a built-in expiration date. Like phones and laptops, the goal is for you to replace them as often as possible. I expect new units of life will soon join children, tweens, teens, college kids, and old- and middle-age in the repertoire. Meanwhile, the logic of self-fashioning as liberation allows you to discover your true essence as often as you can afford to. Truly an ideological marvel when it comes to resolving an apparent conceptual contradiction. The age of algorithms and personalized ads has radically altered the stakes in the claiming of identity. Today, the triumphant liberation of self-fashioning is not an authentic discovery of a self but its public commercialization. The ideal state, for capitalism, is for you to consume at the same rate as you exist.
-You know, this is a real Zeno's arrow thing for marketing. Infinite demographics between birth and death. Consumer immortality.
-Absolutely. How small can the segments get while still being justifiably distinct? Exactly what I'm talking about.
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
Re: Mudre...
ljubav je kad ode da opere zube. pa ponese i tvoje, da ne ustajes.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...
- talented miss cohen
- כהן גדול
- Postovi: 9776
- Pridružen/a: 24 srp 2010 21:00
- Spol/rod: žensko
Re: Mudre...
“My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.”
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. –Maya Angelou
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."
Re: Mudre...
last christmas i gave you my heart
the very next day you gave it away
luckily love isn't a finite substance
and rejection is a part of life
<3
the very next day you gave it away
luckily love isn't a finite substance
and rejection is a part of life
<3
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
" I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."
Re: Mudre...
Cultivate your personality instead of curating your identity.
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
- Moloko
- Postovi: 16477
- Pridružen/a: 28 sij 2010 11:10
- Spol/rod: žensko
- Ja sam: ne želim se identificirati
- Status: U vezi
Re: Mudre...
Nova godina će, razume se, stići i onima koji je ne budu čekali. Međutim, sva čar i jeste u čekanju, a ne u Novoj godini. Lepo je čekati nešto u šta ste sigurni da će doći. Čekali smo u životu razne stvari, to svi znamo, a uvek su nam i sigurno dolazile samo nove godine.
Duško Radović
Duško Radović
"Koliko me je tko tražio, toliko me je i otkrio. Koliko me otkrio, toliko me je zaslužio. I dajem sve, tek kad ima tko da sve i ponese."