Cult Icon Posted November 14, 2020 Share Posted November 14, 2020 "I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker. And in short, I was afraid." "I grow old . . . I grow old . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me." TS Eliot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted November 14, 2020 Share Posted November 14, 2020 White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. The new years walk, restoring Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem The time. Redeem The unread vision In the higher dream While jeweled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse. T.S. Eliot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted November 15, 2020 Share Posted November 15, 2020 In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf. Houses live and die: there is a time for building And a time for living and for generation And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto. .... The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill. T.S. Eliot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted November 15, 2020 Share Posted November 15, 2020 Ode to COVID : O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant, The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters, The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers, Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees, Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark, And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors, And cold the sense and lost the motive of action. And we all go with them, into the silent funeral, Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury. I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre, The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness, And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away— Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about; Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing— I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth. T.S. Eliot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted November 17, 2020 Share Posted November 17, 2020 "All of these focused efforts come only from the deepest mind, and are not artificial. It is a kind of intense sincerity. Without such a deeply straightforward striving mind, it is impossible to attain enlightenment." Seon Master So Hahn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted November 25, 2020 Share Posted November 25, 2020 They experience great realization; And their original face appears. Dogen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted December 5, 2020 Share Posted December 5, 2020 My heart burns like fire My eyes are as cold as dead ashes Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted December 8, 2020 Share Posted December 8, 2020 “Even though you have exhausted the abtruse doctrines, it is like placing a hair in a vast space. Even though you have learned all the secrets of the world, it is like a drop of water dripped on the great ocean.” Te-shan Hsüan-chien, 782-865 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Enrico_sw Posted December 10, 2020 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted December 23, 2020 Share Posted December 23, 2020 Some do not understand that we must die, But those who do settle their quarrels. Siddhartha Gautama Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted December 31, 2020 Share Posted December 31, 2020 The first three hours of night were almost spent The time that every stars shines down on us When have appeared to me so suddenly That I still shudder at the memory. Joyous love seemed to me, the while he held My heart within his hands, and in his arms My lady lay asleep wrapped in a veil. He woke her then and trembling and obedient She ate that burning heart out of his hand; Weeping I saw him then depart from me. Dante Alighieri Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted January 1, 2021 Share Posted January 1, 2021 Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah.Adams Posted January 14, 2021 Share Posted January 14, 2021 The enormous usefulness of mathematics in the natural sciences is something bordering in the mysterious and there is no rational explanation for it. Remark made by Eugene P. Wigner (Nobel Prize in Physics, 1963) at the Richard Couvant Lecture in Mathematical Sciences, University of New York, 1959, as quoted in Wigner, E. P., Symmetries and Reflections: Scientific Essays, Woodbridge, CT: Ox Bow Press, 1979. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah.Adams Posted January 16, 2021 Share Posted January 16, 2021 Adding manpower to a late software project makes it later Fred Brooks in his 1975 book The Mythical Man-Month https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Brooks https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brooks%27s_law Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted January 19, 2021 Share Posted January 19, 2021 What is there in a name? Nothing! In times to come no one will remember it. It will be utterly forgotten. I can hardly remember this name even now! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted February 1, 2021 Share Posted February 1, 2021 Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Shakespeare Macbeth Act V Scene 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted February 12, 2021 Share Posted February 12, 2021 Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Shakespeare The Tempest Act IV Scene 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted February 19, 2021 Share Posted February 19, 2021 not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day Tennyson Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cult Icon Posted March 11, 2021 Share Posted March 11, 2021 "The whole world laid before us We just have to grasp it " That was a lifetime ago Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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