Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
We understand the Russian need to be secure on her western frontiers by the removal of all possibility of German aggression. We welcome Russia to her rightful place among the leading nations of the world. We welcome her flag upon the seas. Above all, we welcome constant, frequent and growing contacts between the Russian people [...]
“And we have a common purpose here, too. If we were going to find out anything which will help Renfry, it will be in just such a collection as this.”
“It’d take a year just to shuffle though the top layer in this…”
A few thoughts about being “benign,” with a little help from a Stephen Fry quote.
She is logical and tolerant, most trustful of a world that has treated her kindly.
Once when some one asked her to define “love,” she replied, “Why, bless you, that is easy; it is what everybody feels for everybody else.”
Stark longed for a time when the key cooperative principle of one person, one vote wasn’t considered radical. Democracy was messy and complex, but it was exactly what this paranoid country needed. “You have to overcome that thinking if my plan is going to work…”
If you don’t like yourself, you can’t like other people…
If the moral imagination lies within us as a dormant seed of potential, and this seed holds the key to breaking cycles of destructive conflict, then our challenge is how to invoke the growth of this kind of imagination as an integral part of developing innovative professionals. Much of…
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo,
Shovel them under and let me work–
I am the grass; I cover all.
“If our essential nature is kind and compassionate,” I asked, “I’m just wondering how you account for all the conflicts and aggressive behaviors that are all around us.”
The Dalia Lama nodded thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “Of course we can’t ignore the fact that conflicts and…”
An “augury” is an omen, a sign of things to come. Augury can also be the practice of being sensitive to omens – like divination, or magical foresight. In this case, the poem is a series of pairs of lines that can be read as comparing good and evil, kindness and cruelty, beauty and corruption – auguries that challenge us to be aware…
Later on I sat and grinned at my 49 year old ankles, almost crooning at them about their lucky existence in my lucky little world. I didn’t have any more or less than I’d had a few hours earlier, but I did see what I have in a brighter light.
I paused, enjoying the sound of children’s laughter floating through the trees, and these words came to me: hope is the wild ride between peace and fear.
The sensation was as if an angel had laid a hand on my heart.
