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“The secret of every rise, every improvement, every success, every progress is to be able to look at yourself from a distance and observe yourself from afar!”
Success
Progress
Success Quotes
Rise
Mehmet Murat Ildan Quotes
Afar
Look At Your Self
Fully Functioning: a postpartum descent into obsessive fangirling
“But this is the power of storytelling, isn’t it? To make sense of the things we can’t figure out ourselves. We make up gods and monsters and origin stories and archetypes and tell each other it’s all explainable so we don’t have to feel the weight of the unknown. That’s the theory anyway. The practice is that we’re all so much better at seeing the faults of others, at watching them make their mistakes and judging from afar, our social telescopes so much more powerful than the microscopes we forget to use on ourselves.”
Introspection
Storytelling
The Unknown
Social Criticism
Archetypes
Power Of Story
Gods And Monsters
“The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretence of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends, and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upwards of twenty years. During that period, he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity – when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled, his name dismissed from memory, and his wife, long, long ago, resigned to her autumnal widowhood – he entered the door one evening, quietly, as from a day’s absence, and became a loving spouse till death.
[...]
He is in the next street to his own, and at his journey’s end. He can scarcely trust his good fortune, in having got thither unperceived – recollecting that, at one time, he was delayed by the throng, in the very focus of a lighted lantern; and, again, there were footsteps that seemed to tread behind his own, distinct from the multitudinous tramp around him; and, anon, he heard a voice shouting afar, and fancied that it called his name. Doubtless, a dozen busybodies had been watching him, and told his wife the whole affair. Poor Wakefield! Little knowest thou thine own insignificance in this great world! No mortal eye but mine has traced thee. Go quietly to thy bed, foolish man...
- Wakefield (1835) -”
Human Nature
Eerie
Existential Mystery
Loneliness In The City
Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization
“According to the Greek historian Diodorus Siculus, writing in the first century BC, 'There lies out in the deep off Libya [Africa] an island of considerable size, and situated as it is in the ocean it is a distant from Libya a voyage of a number of days to the west. Its land is fruitful, much of it being mountainous and not a little being a level plain of surpassing beauty. Through it flow navigable rivers ...'
Diodorus goes on to tell us how Phoenician mariners, blown off course in a storm, had discovered this Atlantic island with navigable rivers quite by chance. Soon its value was recognized and its fate became the subject of dispute between Tyre and Carthage, two of the great Phoenician cities in the Mediterranean:
'The Tyrians ... purposed to dispatch a colony to it, but the Carthaginians prevented their doing so, partly out of concern lest many inhabitants of Carthage should remove there because of the excellence of the island, and partly in order to have ready in it a place in which to seek refuge against an incalculable turn of fortune, in case some total disaster should overtake Carthage. For it was their thought that since they were masters of the sea, they would thus be able to move, households and all, to an island which was unknown to their conquerors.'
Since there are no navigable rivers anywhere to the west of Africa before the seafarer reaches Cuba, Haiti and the American continent, does this report by Diodorus rank as one of the earliest European notices of the New World?”
Discovery
History
Refuge
Exploration
Disaster
Seafarers
Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization
“We know from Glenn Milne's inundation data that Gozo and Malta were indeed one big island during the Ice Age, down to approximately 13,500 years ago, and that they did not take on their present form as an archipelago of three islands (with little Comino in between) until around 11,000 years ago. Accordingly, if the medieval tradition of Malta and Gozo as one big island is not a complete invention -- and why should it be? -- then, 'fantastic' though it may seem, it somehow preserves a memory of Malta as it appeared more than 11,000 years ago. It is well known that most medieval mapmakers were only copyists reproducing older maps and [...] I believe we cannot exclude the possibility that the single large island called Gaulometin of Galonia leta that has somehow survived on certain medieval maps may indeed be a representation of Malta in a much earlier time.
A mental leap is required in order even to consider such a possibility. It is necessary to set aside all preconceptions about the past, and all unexamined notions of how societies evolve. Above all, we have to rid ourselves of the ingrained conviction that (despite some setbacks) the basic story of human civilization has been steadily and reassuringly onwards and upwards from the very beginning.
It may not have been so. There may be tremendous gaps, of which we are blissfully unaware, in the evidence presently available to us concerning the origins and progress of civilization. In particular, there has been no sustained or serious search for very ancient underwater ruins along the millions of square kilometres of continental shelves flooded at the end of the Ice Age.
So it is
possible
, and within the bounds of reason, that a civilization of some sort might have flourished during the closing millennia of the Ice Age and might not yet have been detected by archaeologists. A civilization not necessarily at all like our own but still advanced enough to have mastered complex skills such as seafaring and navigation (that do not call for a large material or industrial base) and to have left behind memories of the world as it looked before the flood and at various stages during the rising of the seas. The sort of civilization, perhaps, that would have built with megaliths and aligned them with navigational precision to the path of the sun. Maybe even a civilization that measured the earth, mapped it and netted it with a latitude and longitude grid.
Until such a lost civilization has been entirely ruled out -- and we are far from that -- it is rational to keep our minds open to the possibility, however extraordinary it may seem, that certain ancient maps have indeed carried down to us broken images of the antediluvian world.”
Progress
Heritage
Deluges
Cataclysm
Ice Age
Lost Civilizations
Ice Age Civilizations
Underwater Ruins
“Maisha ni Dunia. Lakini Dunia ni basi. Sisi ni wasafiri. Mtu anapokufa amefika mwisho wa safari yake, huku Dunia ikiendelea.”
Life
Earth
Journey
Bus
Dunia
Kifo
Maisha
Safari
Dearth
Basi
Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Emperor Haile Selassie was certainly a defining figure in both Ethiopian and African history, and as Rastafarians revere Haile Selassie as the returned messiah, it’s possible that the routes of Rastafarianism are deep-seated in the Queen of Sheba. Trip on that! A queen who was part Genie, or Djinn, is possibly the focus of Rastafarianism”
Djinn
Djinni
Rastafari
Haile Selassie
Queen Of Sheba
America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
“My broad conclusion is that an advanced global seafaring civilization existed during the Ice Age, that it mapped the earth as it looked then with stunning accuracy, and that it had solved the problem of longitude, which our own civilization failed to do until the invention of Harrison's marine chronometer in the late eighteenth century. As masters of celestial navigation, as explorers, as geographers, and as cartographers, therefore, this lost civilization of 12,800 years ago was not outstripped by Western science until less than 300 years ago at the peak of the Age of Discovery.”
Masters
Civilization
Navigation
Explorers
Seafaring
Ice Age
Lost Civilization
Francois Villon
“Don’t regret the past, sometimes things happen for a good reason. Life is like a mosaic. From up close it may seem like a mess, but from afar it creates a beautiful picture.”
Inspirational Quotes
Life Lessons
Past Quotes
Past Regrets
Francois Villon
Poverty Safari
“In Scotland, the poverty industry is dominated by a left-leaning, liberal, middle class. Because this specialist class is so genuinely well-intentioned when it comes to the interests of people in deprived communities, they get a bit confused, upset and offended when those very people begin expressing anger towards them. It never occurs to them, because they see themselves as the good guys, that the people they purport to serve may, in fact, perceive them as chancers, careerists or charlatans. They regard themselves as champions of the under class and therefore, should any poor folk begin to get their own ideas or, god forbid, rebel against the poverty experts, the blame is laid at the door of the complainants for misunderstanding what is going on.”
Underclass
Poverty Industry
The Priory of the Orange Tree
“You'll never be a seafarer if you think that way, my lord.
I don't want to be a seafarer.
Of course you don't.”
The Priory Of The Orange Tree
Arteloth Beck
Gian Harlowe
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African Safari
“There's an African proverb that I think expresses beautifully just how important this face-to-face kind of friendship is: "When I saw you from afar, I thought you were a monster. When you got closer, I thought you were just an animal. When you got even closer, I saw that you were a human, but when we were face to face I realized that you were my brother.”
One Blood
My Struggle I-VI
“The number of people we come close to during our lives is small, and we fail to realise how infinitely important each and every one of them is to us until we grow older and can see things from afar. When I was sixteen, I thought that life was without end, the number of people in it inexhaustible. This was by no means strange, since right from starting school at the age of seven I’d been surrounded by hundreds of children and adults; people were a renewable resource, found in abundance, but what I didn’t know, or rather had absolutely no conception of, was that every step I took was defining me, every person I encountered leaving their mark on me, and that the life I was living at that particular time, boundlessly arbitrary as it seemed, was in fact my life. That one day i would look back on my life and this would be what I looked back on. What then had been insignificant, as weightless as air, a series of events dissolving in exactly the same way as the darkness dissolved in the mornings, would twenty years on seem laden with destiny and fate.”
Life
Philosophy
Relationships
People
Memory
Mystruggle6
Architetture, Città, Visioni: Riflessioni Sulla Fotografia
“Per me fotografare significa prelevare campioni del mondo reale e metabolizzarli, come sostanza necessaria e nutriente per la memoria, e sono convinto di avere un rapporto bulimico con la realtà. Scatto davvero molte fotografie anche se, facendo per lo più uso del cavalletto e di una macchina di grande formato, riesco a controllarmi e a non farmi prendere troppo la mano dalla rapidità quasi compulsiva sempre in agguato e a mantenere un ritmo lento e misurato.”
Fotografia
Architettura
Everyone's Happier Than You
“Eat the Rich: A Recipe Preheat the oven to 451 degrees, the temperature at which money burns. Next, take three SUV’s, crack them in two and remove the whites. Then mix together in a bowl with two self-satisfied peels of laughter from a soccer mom. Bake for a generation. Garnishing options: Diced Debutante Julienned CEO Dash of Trustafarian Ladle of Landlord”
Rich
Eat The Rich
Class War
Class Disparity
“The ancients called the saving word the Logos, an expression
of divine reason.I04 So much unreason / was in man that he 42 /43 needed reason to be saved. If one waits long enough, one sees
how the Gods all change into serpents and underworld dragons
in the end. This is also the fate ofthe Logos: in the end it poisons
us all. In time, we were all poisoned, but unknowingly we kept
the One, the Powerful One, the eternal wanderer in us away
from the poison. We spread poison and paralysis around us in
that we want to educate all the world around us into reason.
Some have their reason in thinking, others in feeling. Both are servantsofLogos,andinsecretbecomeworshipersoftheserpent.I05 You can subjugate yourself shackle yourself in irons, whip yourself bloody every day: you have crushed yourself but not overcome yourself Precisely through this you have helped the Powerful One, strengthened your paralysis, and promoted his blindness. He would like to see it in others, and inflict it on them, and would like to force the Logos on you and others, longingly and tyrannically with blind obstinacy and vacant stubborness. Give him a taste of Logos. He is afraid, and he already trembles from afar since he suspects that he has become outdated, and that a tiny droplet ofthe poison ofLogos will paralyze him. But because he is your beautiful, much loved brother, you will act slavishly toward him and you would like to spare him as you have spared none of
your fellow men. You spared no merry and no powerful means to strike your fellow men with the poisoned arrow. Paralyzed game is an unworthy prey. The powerful huntsman, who wrestles the bull to the ground and tears the lion to pieces and strikes the army of Tiamat, is your bow's worthy target.”
Reason
Logos
Liber Secondus
“You sit and lean against the wall, and look at the beautiful, riddlesome totality. The Summa52 lies before you like a book, and an unspeakable greed seizes you to devour it. Consequently you lean back and stiffen and sit for a long time. You are completely incapable of grasping it. Here and there a light flickers, here and there a fruit falls from high trees which you can grasp, here and there your foot strikes gold. But what is it, ifyou compare it with the totality, which lies spread out tangibly close to you? You stretch out your hand, but it remains hanging in invisible webs. You want to see it exactly as it is but something cloudy and opaque pushes itself exactly in between. You would like to tear a piece out of it; it is smooth and impenetrable like polished steel. So you sink back against the wall, and when you have crawled through all the glow- ing hot crucibles of the Hell of doubt, you sit once more and lean
back, and look at the wonder of the Summa that lies spread out before you. Here and there a light flickers, here and there a fruit falls. For you it is all too little. But you begin to be satisfied with yourself, and you pay no attention to the years passing away. What are years? What is hurrying time to him that sits under a tree? Your time passes like a breath of air and you wait for the next light, the next fruit.
The writing lies before you and always says the same, if you believe in words. But if you believe in things in whose places only words stand, you never come to the end. And yet you must go an endless road, since life flows not only down a finite path but also an infinite one. But the unbounded makes you53 anxious since the unbounded is fearful and your humanity rebels against it. Consequently you seek limits and restraints so that you do not lose yoursel£ tumbling into infinity Restraint becomes imperative for you. You cry out for the word which has one meaning and no other, so that you escape boundless ambiguity. The word becomes your God, since it protects you from the countless possibilities of interpretation. The word is protective magic against the daimons of the unending, which tear at your soul and want to scatter you to the winds. You are saved if you can say at last: that is that and only that. You spealc the magic word, and the limitless is finally banished. Because of that men seek and make words.54
He who breaks the wall ofwords overthrows Gods and defiles temples. The solitary is a murderer. He murders the people, because he thus thinks and thereby breaks down ancient sacred walls. He calls up the daimons of the boundless. And he sits, leans back, and does not hear the groans of mankind, whom the fearful fiery smoke has seized. And yet you cannot find the new words if you do not shatter the old words. But no one should shatter the old words, unless he finds the new word that is a firm rampart against the limitless and grasps more life in it than in the old word. A new word is a new God for old men. Man remains the same, even if you create a new model of God for him. He remains an imitator. What was word, shall become man. The word created the world and came before the world. It lit up like a light in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.55 And thus the word
should become what the darkness can comprehend, since what use is the light if the darkness does not comprehend it? But your darkness should grasp the light.
The God of words is cold and dead and shines from afar like the moon, mysteriously and inaccessibly: Let the word return to its / creator, to man, and thus the word will be heightened in man. Man should be light, limits, measure. May he be your fruit, for which you longingly reach. The darkness does not compre- hend the word, but rather man; indeed, it seizes him, since he himself is a piece of the darkness. Not from the word down to man, but from the word up to man: that is what the darkness comprehends. The darkness is your mother; she is dangerous.”
Dark
Redbook
Zenobia
“9. Lângă mine, Zenobia își ducea viața pe punctul cel mai direct al aparenței comune. O fragilitate vădită îi estompa mirifica tărie până într-atât încât eu însumi, din care făcea parte, îi uitam uneori realitatea așa cum, orbit de lumina amiezii, uiți soarele sau nu-l privești ca să nu-ți ardă ochii.
Existența ei zilnică, retrasă și ștearsă, trecea neobservată. Atentă la cele mai ușoare vibrații din afară, ea le răspundea numai cu fibrele miracolului nevăzut care mai doarme încă în fiecare dintre noi.
Într-o lume a semnelor, ea descifra, în toate, semne. În fața lor se înclina tăcută, cu adânc respect. Inexplicabilul părea să aibă pentru ea neașteptate limpezimi, iar viața ei, neînsemnată și banală pentru ceilalți, constituia un ritual neîntrerupt.”
Romanian Literature
“Trip on this! Haile Selassie, who Rastafari regard as God, was possibly greatly influenced by a French poet who although he gave up writing at the age of 20 (which at first glance appears like a huge waste) must certainly have still held an esoteric, otherworldly mind. It can’t have just deserted him, can it? Rimbaud had a bewitching and at times ghoulish psyche which managed to explode out of long-established poetic forms while still in his teens. He did it with more rhythm and beauty than almost anyone you care to name. It’s extremely likely that ten years later this man had incredible influence on the child who Rastafari were to later think of as God.
An intriguing thought.”
Poetry
Rimbaud
Rastafari
Haile Selassie
“Some people just watches the impassable valleys from afar and some others find ways through the valleys and make them passable!”
Mehmet Murat Ildan Quotes
Valleys
Ways
Valley Quotes
Passable
Valleys And Hills
Impassable
Part of Your World
“She could sense the approach of land- taste when the waters changed, feel when currents turned cool or warm- but it didn't hurt to keep an eye on the shore now and then, and an ear out for boats. The slap of oars could be heard for leagues. Her father had told tales about armored seafarers in days long past, whose trireme ships had three banks of rowers to ply the waters- you could hear them clear down to Atlantica, he'd say. Any louder and they would disrupt the songs of the half-people- the dolphins and whales who used their voices to navigate the waters.
Even before her father had enacted the ban on going to the surface, it was rare that a boat would encounter a mer. If the captain kept to the old ways, he would either carefully steer away or throw her a tribute: fruit of the land, the apples and grapes merfolk treasured more than treasure. In return the mermaid might present him with fruit of the sea- gems, or a comb from her hair.
But there was always the chance of an unscrupulous crew, and nets, and the potential prize of a mermaid wife or trophy to present the king.
(Considering some of the nets that merfolk had found and freed their underwater brethren from, it was quite understandable that Triton believed humans might eat
anything
they found in the sea- including merfolk.)”
Humans
Stories
Tales
Land
Ariel
Triton
Merpeople
Marafariña
“Enseñándole que no hay nada malvado, nada no permitido, nada pecaminoso, siempre y cuando no se dañe a nadie. Enseñándole que el amor, precisamente el amor, era libre, fuerte e imparable. Que oponerse al amor era como negarse a sí mismo, como perder la credibilidad, como evaporarse como el humo.”
Queer
Lgtb
Lésbica
Intimista
Marafariña
“No encontraba belleza ni paz en sus árboles fuertes y altivos, que parecían hallarse allí desde el principio de los tiempos sin que nada ni nadie fuera capaz de arrancarlos de allí jamás. El cielo se le antojaba apagado y muy lejano. El río gélido e impertinente. El viento y la brisa eran molestos y apabullantes. Se sentía muy lejos de todo allí. De todo menos de lo que realmente quería dejar atrás.”
Queer
Lgtb
Lésbica
Intimista
Marafariña
“Porque sentía que la amaba con una profundidad, con una intensidad, sin mesura, sin dueño, sin forma, sin límites. Con una fuerza tan incontenible como el océano, tan natural como la lluvia, tan vivaz como la naturaleza. Y algo tan hermoso, tan puro, tan incontenible no podía ser pecaminoso. Lo sabía, era imposible que un amor así fuera condenado por nadie.”
Queer
Drama
Lgtb
Lésbica
Intimista
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