Saturday, January 31, 2009

There Are Hundreds Of Paths Up The Mountain

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain,
all leading in the same direction,
so it doesn't matter which path you take.
The only one wasting time is the one
who runs around and around the mountain,
telling everyone that his or her path is wrong.

Hindu teaching

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Monday, January 19, 2009

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.'"
-Jim Jarmusch

When Sade was not considered an author, what was the status of his papers? Simply rolls of paper onto which he ceaselessly uncoilded his fantasies during his imprisonment.

Properly speaking, there is no such thing as revenge. Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also.

You are entitled to your own opinion, but you are not entitled to your own facts.

Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

"There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme."
—Ray Bradbury

I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, 'I'm going to mop the floor with your face.' I said, 'You'll be sorry.' He said, 'Oh, yeah? Why?' I said, 'Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well.'

I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.

I think I've discovered teh secret of life - you just hand around until you get used to it.

The cure for eveything is salt water: Sweat, tears, or the sea.

"You're so dead I don't know why you bothered being born." --The Darkness, Image Comics

Morality is doing what's right, no matter what you're told.
Religion is doing what you're told, no matter what's right.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.
-Henry Miller

"I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens while you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." -Neil Gaiman

Life is too short to suffocate, too long to be held breathless.

As honest as the day is long, only not as bright.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

"Go to Heaven for the climate, and Hell for the company." -Mark Twain

I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about. Doping yourself with sex or drugs or food, or choosing something like writing, body building, gardening. True, in a way this is trading one compulsive behavior for another, but at least with the new one, you're choosing it.

Funny, but all my former junkie friends are either fervent Christians or triathletes. Nothing in half measures.

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

O cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration!
Soften the ground of our being and
carve out a space within us where
Your Presence can abide.
Fill us with your creativity so that we
may be empowered to bear the fruit
of your mission.
Let each of our actions bear fruit in
accordance with our desire.
Endow us with the wisdom to produce
and share what each being needs to grow and flourish.
Untie the tangled threads of destiny that
bind us, as we release others from the
entanglement of past mistakes.
Do not let us be seduced by that which would
divert us from our true purpose, but illuminate
the opportunities of the present moment.
For you are the round and the fruitful vision,
the birth-power and fulfillment,
as all is gathered and made whole once again.

-The Lords Prayer translated from Aramaic into English, rather than from Aramaic to Greek to Latin to English

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