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#456408 - 12/08/13 04:21 PM
Re: A Code for Life
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Love the topic, so no thanks.. always good to have a place to share books which help support us through life!
Trust me, you are worth it to love yourself!
I now know who I am - I've never been anybody else!
#456844 - 12/15/13 06:33 AM
Dr. Gary Chapman
Loc: πͺ π¦anada
The 5 Love Languages
The secret is learning the right love language!
#1: Words of Affirmation
Actions dont always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, I love you, are importanthearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.
#2: Quality Time
For those whose love language is spoken with Quality Time, nothing says, I love you, like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being therewith the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standbymakes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.
#3: Receiving Gifts
Dont mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrousso would the absence of everyday gestures.
#4: Acts of Service
Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an Acts of Service person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: Let me do that for you. Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings dont matter.
#5: Physical Touch
This language isnt all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or facethey can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.
The 5 Love Languages, Dr. Gary Chapman
#456933 - 12/17/13 03:30 AM
Loc: πͺ π¦anada
All of a sudden
I understood it:
All love is sudden.
~ JonArno Lawson
Just remember love is life and hate is living death.
Treat your life for what it's worth and live for every breath.
~ Terence Butler
You didn't come into this world; you came out of it. Like a wave from the ocean.
~ Alan Watts
Silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place.
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.
~ John Roy Anderson
If and when you jump ship, you either swim for shore or drown.
Dont let the fuckers drag you down.
~ Chris Hannah
Our skirmish seems to be come to a period, and compared with the great things now on foot, is but a storm in a cream bowl.
~ James FitzThomas Butler
Men had become keenly conscious of the strictly individual character of salvation. Society was regarded by them as a shipwreck from which each single individual man had to swim for his life.
~ Thomas Merton
The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.
~ Terence Hanbury White
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.
~ Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi
A tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop.
~ Herman Melville
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity,
and it was not meant that we should voyage.
~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
The sea is dangerous and its storms terrible,
but these obstacles have never been sufficient reason to remain ashore.
~ Ferdinand Magellan
If you want to build a ship, dont herd people together to collect wood and dont assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupιry
The unknown is an ocean, of which conscience is the compass. Thought, meditation, prayer, are the great mysterious pointings of the needle. It is a spiritual magnetism that thus connects the human soul with the Deity.
~ Albert Pike
Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times.
The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares,
builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.
~ Paul Virilio
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
~ Publius Ovidius Naso
Only stormy seas make skillful sailors.
~ Roger Eyer
It is better to meet danger than to wait for it.
He that is on a lee shore, and foresees a hurricane, stands out to sea and encounters a storm to avoid a shipwreck.
~ Charles Caleb Colton
Sometimes it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams - assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.
~ Robert Brault
If I walked on water, my critics would say I can΄t swim.
~ Stockwell Day
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Traveling o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Shipwrecked in a brainstorm : Interactive collaboration in academic environment.
~ Vineet Pandey
Playing it safe is now the most dangerous game on the planet.
~ Frank Ogden
Security is a false god; begin making sacrifices to it and you are lost.
~ Paul Bowles
There is no security on this earth,
there is only opportunity.
~ General Douglas MacArthur
Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.
~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities,
but in the expert's mind there are few.
~ Shunryu Suzuki
Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities.
Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities - always see them, for they're always there.
~ Norman Vincent Peale
Ideas are our only truly renewable resource.
~ Joel Hodgson
If I have a thousand ideas and only one turns out to be good, I am satisfied.
~ Alfred Nobel
Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right.
~ Henry Ford
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
~ Neil Ellwood Peart
What one has decided upon becomes, in the end, fate.
~ Harold Courlander
de~cision - to cut off.
Decision cuts us off from reality.
~ Paul Walter Koziey
Until you make the unconscious conscious,
it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
~ Carl Jung
Face fate with faith.
~ Kristy Michelle Worthen
Fate is a river; a river so wide, you cannot see the other side. It must be that big, to cover the destiny of all living beings. An infinite number of streams that join together to form the circumstances of our lives on this world. After all, water is life. Fate is fluid; you will always have a choice.
~ Simon Harrison
Man is condemned to be free.
~ Jean~Paul Sartre
When people are free to do as they please,
they usually imitate each other.
~ Eric Hoffer
Sanity is not truth. Sanity is conformity to what is socially expected.
~ Robert Maynard Pirsig
If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist,
it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.
~ Bill Vaughan
Individuals or organizations can, to a large extent, be relied upon
to impose the kind of censorship which was once enforced by the state.
~ Richard Webster
Do not confuse forced compliance with consent.
~ Joe Tieber
The creation of consent is not a new art. It is a very old one which was supposed to have died out with the appearance of democracy. But it has not died out. It has, in fact, improved enormously in technic.
~ Walter Lippmann
Automation applied to an inefficient operation will magnify the inefficiency.
~ Bill Gates
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
~ Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger de Saint-Exupιry
I chased down the error and fixed it.
Now I had improved the program to the point where it would not run at all.
~ George Greenstein
We are in here not to correct the deformation but to accustom ourselves to it: one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities.
~ Murakami Haruki
We should be more anxious that our afflictions should benefit us than that they should be speedily removed from us.
~ Robert Hall
I have gotten a lot of results.
I know several thousand things that won't work.
~ Thomas Edison
Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior
is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war.
~ Nesta Robert Marley
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
~ George Santayana
A dead man has no enemies.
~ Kiran Nagarkar
Until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all, the dreams of lasting peace and world citizenship and the rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion, to be pursued but never attained.
~ Haile Selassie Ras Tafari Makonnen Woldemikael
You cry out,
Peace, peace!, but if you would only be quiet, it would be so much more peaceful.
~ Tada Saikichi
There is no way to peace - peace is the way.
~ Abraham Johannes Muste
Pray for Peace, Prepare for War.
~ Thomas K. Turnage
The concept of the State implies the concept of war, for the essence of the State is power.
~ Heinrich von Treitschke
War is a judgment that overtakes societies when they have been living upon ideas that conflict too violently with the laws governing the universe.
~ Dorothy Leigh Sayers
Lex est lux, et lux dicitur quasi dux.
The law is light, and light speaks as leader.
~ Oratio Bonaventurae
War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.
~ John F. Kennedy
War is unthinkable in a society of autonomous people who have discovered the connectedness of all humanity, who are unafraid of alien ideas and alien cultures, who know that all revolutions begin within and that you cannot impose your brand of enlightenment on anyone else.
~ Marylin Ferguson
The first casualty when war comes is truth.
~ Hiram Johnson
The first casualty of any battle is the plan of attack.
~ Cory Efram Doctorow
The purpose of fighting is to win.
There is no possible victory in defense.
~ John Steinbeck
Transcend. To survive is to struggle to live. To thrive is to truly be alive. Dont just survive, thrive.
~ Obinna Onyema
Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
~ Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
Referees always have to say, in the ring:
Protect yourself at all times .
It's a lie because you can't. You came to fight.
If you were really interested in protecting yourself, you'd get out of the ring and go home.
~ Jodi Compton
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
~ Joe Darion
War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
~ Bertrand Russell
To be nobly wrong is more manly than to be meanly right.
~ Thomas Paine
Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne.
~ J.R. Lowell
Great revolutions are the work rather of principles than of bayonets, and are achieved first in the moral and afterwards in the material sphere.
~ Giuseppe Mazzini
You can build a throne out of bayonets,
but you can't sit on it for very long.
~ Boris Yeltsin
It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
~ Thomas Huxley
Let me make the superstitions of a nation and I care not who makes its laws.
~ Samuel Clemens
Such is the infelicity and imhappy disposition of the human mind in the course of invention that it first distrusts and then despises itself: first will not believe that any such thing can be found out; and when it is found out, cannot understand how the world should have missed it so long.
~ Francis Bacon
Truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
~ Max Planck
Every generation gets a chance to change the world
Pity the nation that won't listen to your boys and girls.
~ Paul David Hewson
Every choice is a chance to change and every change is a chance to choose.
~ Ray Davis
It is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place.
~ Washington Irving
All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.
~ Lee Jun-fan
The most rigid structures, the most impervious to change, will collapse first.
~ Eckhart Tolle
If the heart becomes hardened, the eye becomes dry.
~ Ibn Al-Qayyim Al-Jawzziya
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
~ William Cullen Bryant
Change is the process by which the future invades our lives.
~ Alvin Toffler
A revolution is a struggle to death between the future and the past.
~ Fidel Castro
There is no FAIR in warfare.
~ David Kaufman
All warfare is based on deception.
~ Sun Tzu
What is or is not the jargon is determined by whether the word is written in an intonation which places it transcendently in opposition to its own meaning.
~ Theodor Ludwig Wiesengrund
We who are surrounded by a world of untruths, of un-life, know how strong this sway of death is, which even negates life itself and makes it a kind of death.
~ Joseph Aloisius Ratzinger
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
~ Eric Arthur Blair
Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently.
~ Boris Pasternak
The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.
~ Abbie Hoffman
Revolutions can come from thrones as well as from conspirators' cellars.
~ King Faisal ibn Abdul Aziz al Saud
The function of leadership is to produce more leaders, not more followers.
~ Ralph Nader
Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
~ General George Patton
There is nothing more difficult to take in hand,
more perilous to conduct or more uncertain in its success
than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things.
~ Niccolo Machiavelli
As for worrying about what other people might think - forget it. They aren't concerned about you. They're too busy worrying about what you and other people think of them.
~ Michael le Boeuf
Discovery is seeing what everybody else has seen,
and thinking what nobody else has thought.
~ Albert Szent~Gyorgi
Genius rapidly traverses the living present to bury itself in the deepest mysteries of the universe; often making the grandest discoveries at a single glance.
~ Giuseppe Mazzini
To try to see more and to see better is not, therefore, just a fantasy, curiosity, or a luxury. See or perish. This is the situation imposed on every element of the universe by the mysterious gift of existence.
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
The universe begins to look more like a great thought than a great machine.
~ Sir James Hopwood Jeans
Genius sees the answer before the question.
~ Julius Robert Oppenheimer
A good composer does not imitate; he steals.
~ Igor Stravinsky
Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.
~ Laurence J. Peter
If you steal ideas from one source, that's plagiarism,
but if you steal ideas from more than one source, that's research.
~ Laurendo Almeida
Usually, you steal subconsciously.
~ Kurt Robertson
Self-plagiarism is style.
~ Alfred Hitchcock
Don't worry about people stealing your ideas.
If your ideas are any good, you'll have to ram them down people's throats.
~ Howard Aiken
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
~ Arthur C. Clarke
Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.
~ Walt Whitman
Major advances in civilization are processes that all but wreck the societies in which they occur.
~ Alfred North Whitehead
It is more moral for an idea to kill a society than it is for a society to kill an idea.
~ Robert Pirsig
Bureaucracy unhappily is the rule of nobody and for this very reason perhaps the least human and most cruel form of rulership.
~ Hannah Arendt
Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.
~ Laurence J. Peter
The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.
~ Cyril Connolly
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world; and that is an idea whose time has come.
~ Victor Hugo
Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas?
~ Ioseb Besarionis Dze Jugashvili
Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities.
The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices,
but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence
and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form.
~ Albert Einstein
Theres a discipline of the heart that marks the free spirit. All of us long to play the song within our souls,
and I imagine we would if it didn't require the endless hours of studying the notes.
~ Erwin McManus
There is no OFF position for the genius switch.
~ David Letterman
When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign,
that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.
~ Jonathan Swift
I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit.
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
~ Solomon Jedidiah
A universal characteristic of genius is humility. The genius has always attributed his insights to some higher influence.
~ David Hawkins
I'll never have the fortune
Which only genius brings
But I have a lot of talent
For enjoying little things.
~ Sara Boyd Pickett
Rule Number 1 is... don't sweat the small stuff.
Rule Number 2 is... it's all small stuff.
~ Robert Eliot
I have two kinds of problems: the urgent and the important.
The urgent are not important, and the important are never urgent.
~ James Roscoe Miller
Minima res non dat restitutionem.
Tiny things do not require restitution.
~ Alberici de Rosate Bergomensis
Accept the rejection.
Another rude awakening.
The hard life that's been our school.
More of a cruel day's reckonings.
~ Thomas Michael Victor
I turn scrapes into scabs and scabs into scars.
~ Jennifer Simon
Vor Allem der Krieg.
Der Krieg war immer die grosse Klugheit aller zu innerlich, zu tief gewordnen Geister;
selbst in der Verwundung liegt noch Heilkraft.
Aus der Kriegsschule des Lebens; Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stδrker.
Above all the war.
The war has always been the great wisdom of all spirits who have become too inward, too profound;
within the wound itself lies healing power.
From life's school of war;
What does not kill me makes me stronger.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Unhinge the stars
And let them cascade.
A constellation of scars
Tell how the world was made.
~ Star Rush
A scar is a badge of honor. That puckered, polished skin is your keepsake from the conflict - a landmark on the landscape of your soul. Reminders of both wound and healing, scars are your proof of life.
~ Margaret Lundberg
A man's mistakes are sculpted in stone, and
his merits are scribbled in sand.
~ Robert King Stierle
Oh! what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!
~ Walter Scott
There is no such thing as 'unfair' warfare.
~ Tomα Pruina
What the enemy of my soul tried to do that day was a disastrous failure.
Instead of killing me, he only wounded me.
And a wounded warrior is a dangerous thing.
~ Dave Roever
Anger is a wound gone mad.
~ Vanna Bonta
Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger.
~ Jonathan Nolan
A warrior needs to know healing.
~ Richard Wagamese
I can get through this battle. I can get through this wound and I can get this healed. Then I can wear those badges of honor called scars!
~ Robert Mattingly Jr.
Quod me nutrit me destruit.
What nourishes me, also destroys me.
~ Christopher Marlowe
Pain is inevitable.
Suffering is optional.
~ Sheng Ts'an
If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
~ William Faulkner
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
~ Anais Nin
For a second you see, and seeing the secret, you are the secret.
For a second there is meaning!
~ Eugene O'Neill
You are not the momentary whim of a careless creator experimenting in the laboratory of life... you were made with a purpose.
~ Augustine Mandino
God is a concept by which we measure our pain
~ John Winston Lennon
In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth, a life full of the most atrocious tortures on earth, will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.
~ Mother Teresa
Pain is information we need.
It signals that something important is going on and we need to pay attention and take action.
~ Ralph Schillace
God is a verb, not a noun.
~ Richard Buckminster Fuller
Good is a noun rather than an adjective.
~ Robert Pirsig
Spirits increase, vigour grows through a wound.
~ Aulus Furius Antias
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
~ Edwin Hubbell Chapin
When you suffer, you get tougher.
~ Dana Guglielmo
The world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.
~ Helen Keller
I lack strength and will, through hunger, grief, frost and chill.
~ Johann Ernst Elias Bessler
would rather die
than to get well
and live longer in this hell.
~ Terrence G. Dougherty
Mich kann kein Licht mehr blenden, denn in mir herrscht Dunkelheit.
Mir kann kein Feuer Wδrme spenden, was von mir όbrig bleibt is nurmehr Eis.
The Light can no longer dazzle me,
For inside me reigns Darkness.
No Fire can give me Warmth,
All that remains of me is Ice.
~ Dave Esser
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
~ Albert Camus
Broken and sick, again I live.
By death's taste, I know life's worth.
~ Zahir~ad~Din (Babur the Tiger)
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed into the future.
~ Iyanla Vanzant
Don't be attracted to easy paths,
because the paths that make your feet bleed are the only way to get ahead in life.
~ Saddam Hussein
Suffering! We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives value to life; we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe to it all the virtues.
~ Anatole France
Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.
~ George Herbert
It is the spectators, the people who are outside, looking at the tragedy, from whose ranks the skeptics come; it is not those who are actually in the arena and who know suffering from the inside. Indeed, the fact is that it is the world's greatest sufferers who have produced the most shining examples of unconquerable faith.
~ James Stewart
Iron is full of impurities that weaken it;
through the forging fire,
it becomes steel and is transformed into a razor-sharp sword.
~ Morihei Ueshiba
The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell.
~ Sherrilyn Kenyon
A stricken man frequently does not feel the full effects of his wound and, blinded with rage, may simply throw himself on his opponent with renewed fury.
~ Richard Cohen
Liquid fire, hot and flowing hit me hard in that place in your belly that doesn't exist for food, but for something else entirely. It exists solely to possess the feeling that it barely held in check right then.
I don't know what it was. I don't think it has a name.
~ Sharon L. Naeole
No tree can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
~ Carl Jung
I've been to Hell. You've only read about it.
~ Donatien Alphonse Francois
One moment on the battlefield is worth a thousand years of peace.
~ Benito Mussolini
The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.
~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
We hate fear
We fear love
And we love to hate.
~ Katie Hands
I fear Hate, but I hate Fear.
~ Jason G. Pace
Hatred, even of meanness
Contorts the features.
Anger, even against injustice
Makes the voice hoarse.
~ Bertolt Brecht
Psychologically, it's no picnic playing a wounded opponent.
Run him around the court and it feels sadistic, the victory hollow.
Take pity on him and you risk losing the match.
~ Lewis Jon Wertheim
There is nothing more frightening than closing out an opponent and nothing scarier than killing off a wounded opponent.
~ Charles Kriese
Can you imagine how much more dangerous a wounded enemy soldier is?
~ Kiran Nagarkar
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster.
And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Sooner or later you have to go with what is.
You have to see it and feel it and smell it and not flinch.
You don't have to understand it.
But you have to look.
~ Jean Mark Gawron
Meditate on the corpse until you are calm and at peace, until your mind and heart are light and tranquil and a smile appears on your face.
Thus, by overcoming revulsion and fear, life will be seen as infinitely precious, every second of it worth living.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
There's nothing more deadly or more proficient then a happy fighter.
~ Michael Gerard Tyson
Military power wins battles, but spiritual power wins wars.
~ George Catlett Marshall
Polish the twofold spirit heart and mind, and sharpen the twofold gaze perception and sight.
When your spirit is not in the least clouded, when the clouds of bewilderment clear away, there is the true void.
~ Shinmen Musashi-no-Kami Fujiwara no Genshin
Living like a dead man, I feel that I obtained something like the eyesight of the dead. It was unmistakably a precious experience when I could let my imagination to wander free regarding my death.
~ Gen Urobuchi
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom,
and knowledge of the holy One is understanding.
~ Shelomoh Jedidiah
They that worship God merely from fear, would worship the Devil too, if he appear.
~ Thomas Fuller
I never lie because I don't fear anyone. You only lie when you're afraid.
~ John Joseph Gotti Jr.
An armed society is a polite society.
~ Robert Anson Heinlein
The only thing we have to sell is fear.
~ William E. Dauber
We were only following orders as any good and loyal soldiers would do; why punish us? We were only the bureaucrats of Technology.
~ Martin Heidegger
Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process.
~ Stanley Milgram
Many forms of conduct permissible in a workaday world for those acting at arm's length, are forbidden to those bound by fiduciary ties.
~ Benjamin Nathan Cardozo
Ich sah die Unheimlichkeit des Ablaufens der Todesmaschinerie; Rδdchen in Rδdchen greifend, gleich dem Werk einer Uhr... Den grφίten und gewaltigsten Totentanz aller Zeiten.
I witnessed the gruesome workings of the machinery of death; gear meshed with gear, like clockwork... It was the biggest and most enormous dance of death of all times.
~ Otto Adolf Eichmann
There is a hideous pleasure which is produced by intense and forbidden impressions and fatal sights.
~ Gilles de Rais
Give them pleasure - the same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.
~ Alfred Hitchcock
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.
~ Francisco Josι de Goya
The charm of horror tempts only the strong.
~ Charles Baudelaire
When he stepped off the straight and narrow path of his peculiar honesty, it was with an inward assertion of unflinching resolve to fall back again into the monotonous but safe stride of virtue as soon as his little excursion into the wayside quagmires had produced the desired effect.
~ Jσzef Konrad Korzeniowski
At the root of every taboo, there must be desire.
~ Sigmund Freud
Let us overthrow the totems, break the taboos. Or better, let us consider them cancelled. Coldly, let us be intelligent.
~ Pierre Trudeau
The depravity of man is at once the most empirically verifiable reality but at the same time the most intellectually resisted fact.
~ Malcolm Muggeridge
The proof of spiritual maturity is not how
'pure' you are but awareness of your impurity.
~ Philip Yancey
The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.
~ William Hazlitt
We always resist prohibitions, and yearn for what is denied us.
~ Baruch Spinoza
If we resist our passions, it is more because of their weakness than because of our strength.
~ Franηois de La Rochefoucauld
I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
~ Mae West
Man cannot live without joy; therefore when he is deprived of true spiritual joys it is necessary that he become addicted to carnal pleasures.
~ Thomas Aquinas
For once you must try not to shirk the facts:
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
~ Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht
I mate with my free kind upon the crags; the hidden recesses
Have heard the echo of my heels, in the cool light, in the darkness.
~ Ezra Pound
Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
~ Henry Kissinger
Being powerful is like being a lady.
If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.
~ Margaret Thatcher
It is not enough to conquer, one must learn to seduce.
~ Francois~Marie Arouet (Voltaire)
Absolute power doesn't corrupt absolutely,
it merely attracts the absolutely corrupt.
~ Frank Herbert
War is sold to the public by professional liars and totally sincere religious maniacs.
~ Robert Anton Wilson
War is much too serious a thing to be left to the military.
~ Georges Clemenceau
It is well that war is so terrible - we would grow too fond of it.
~ General Robert E. Lee
Der Krieg? Ich kann das nicht so schrecklich finden!
Der Tod eines Menschen: das ist eine Katastrophe.
Hunderttausend Tote: das ist eine Statistik!
The war? I can't find it too terrible!
The death of one man: that is a catastrophe.
One hundred thousand deaths: that is a statistic!
~ Kurt Tucholsky
In part we couldn't describe our feelings because the language failed us: the civilian-issue adjectives and nouns, verbs and adverbs, seemed made for a different universe. There were no metaphors that connected the war to everyday life. But we were also mute, I suspect, out of shame.
~ William Broyles
Language disguises the thought; so that from the external form of the clothes one cannot infer the form of the thought they clothe.
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
Constant assault by our own thoughts and memories of war can easily be enough to make us wish wed died in battle instead.
~ Agnostic Zetetic
War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellow-men. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness. To death.
~ John Fowles
Someone who has death perception sees all the events of this life in terms of the next.
~ Trent Beattie
In the age of face-to-face fighting, it perhaps made sense to talk of courage and gallantry. But in the age of science, believing in heroes and martyrs is futile. Killing is merely technical work, valour is a meaningless concept and war is stupid and irrational.
~ Pervez Hoodbhoy
Kill one man and you are a murderer.
Kill millions and you are a conqueror.
Kill everyone and you are a God.
~ Jean Rostand
A solitary man is a God, or a Beast.
~ Pythagoras of Samos
Some men found it necessary to kill more men with words than they actually had in conflict.
~ Irving Greenfield
An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.
~ Viktor Frankl
We must take responsibility for our actions in response to circumstances for which we are not responsible.
~ Jim Clemmer
One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.
~ Nikola Tesla
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy
~ Ursula K. Leguin
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
One man's Normal is another man's Nuts.
~ Phyllis Shalant
Those who win every battle are not really skillful.
Those who render others' armies helpless without fighting are the best of all.
~ Sun Tzu
War is the periodical failure of politics.
~ Wallace Stevens
The way of a warrior, the art of politics, is to stop trouble before it starts.
It consists in defeating your adversaries spiritually by making them realize the folly of their actions.
~ Morihei Ueshiba
The curse that works is the one we believe.
~ Phil Scovell
The enemy may be offended by it; that is quite all right as long as he is defeated by it. A definition is offered: MindWar is the deliberate, aggressive convincing of all parties in a war that we will win that war.
~ Paul E. Vallely
Salesmanship is the gentle art of letting the customer have it your way.
~ Raymond Albert Kroc
If you can't convince them, confuse them.
~ Harry Truman
Assuming that either the left wing or the right wing gained control of the country, it would probably fly around in circles.
~ Pat Paulsen
Each time conservatives pass a law creating privilege, liberals pass another law modifying privilege, until everything not forbidden is compulsory and everything not compulsory is forbidden.
~ Robert Shea
Politics is something similar to the lower physiological functions, with the unpleasant difference that political functions are unavoidably carried out in public.
~ Maxim Gorky
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should be changed regularly and for the same reason.
~ Gerry Brooks
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull.
~ William Claude Dukenfield (W.C.Fields)
Do not remain content with the surface of things.
Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin.
~ Ivan Pavlov
To concern yourself with surface political conflicts is to make the mistake of the bull in the ring, you are charging the cloth.
~ William S. Burroughs
Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting a bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian.
~ Frederick Salomon Perls
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Tactics are not a substitute for knowledge.
Cleverness without truth is manipulation.
~ Gregory Koukl
A lie has speed, but truth has endurance.
~ Edgar Mohn
The accuracy of the strike is only as good as the intelligence used to justify the decision to deploy it.
~ Laila Yuile
Fast is fine, but accuracy is final. You must learn to be slow in a hurry.
~ Wyatt Berry Stapp Earp
All the answers lie
just beyond our sight;
Where time stands still,
at the speed of light.
~ Lionel Ledbetter
At first you believe you're creating something out of nothing, but before long you realize that it's an unpacking of what's already there.
~ Rebecca Martin MacDormand
Some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Metaphors reign where mysteries reside.
~ Charles W. Missler
Superstition is outside reason; so is revelation.
~ Algernon Blackwood
Were I to reveal the details of my art, the devil might enslave you.
~ Johann Ernst Elias Bessler
The divine design has strictly defined all things and phenomena - there is nothing accidental.
~ Peter Deunov
Design defines divine intelligence.
~ S. Miriam Clifford
Superstition and accident manifest the will of God.
~ Carl Jung
God allows everything to happen for a reason. Circumstances will either direct you, correct or perfect you.
~ Thembisile Kumalo
Some accidents are stronger, wiser than any design.
~ David Brin
The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness.
~ Vera Nazarian
If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.
~ Mark Twain
If you know your history. Then you would know where you're coming from.
~ Nesta Robert Marley
Authenticity is hard to fake.
~ Rasheed Ogunlaru
Ethics is the creed that defines your deed. Your deed is your morality. And Integrity is the art of having your creed and deed actually mesh.
~ Dana Lynne Pitely
It is good to be never pessimistic, better to be optimistic than to be idealistic, but the best as always is to be realistic in a world full of people being only materialistic.
~ Anuj Somany
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
~ Czeslaw Milosz
Secrets seduce our integrity.
~ Victor L Guerrero
We must embrace our history - good and bad - and learn from it. We can't rewrite it, and we can't deny it. We cannot. A country that doesn't have a history is forever condemned to be a child.
~ Richard O'Bryan
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
~ Henry Stanley Haskins
You can only begin where you find yourself.
~ Stuart Wilde
Not all those who wander are lost.
~ John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
There is no other place I want to be. Right here, right now.
Watching the world wake up from history.
~ Mike Edwards
What you need to strive for is excellence, not perfection.
~ Phillip McGraw
If you see someone winning all the time, he isn't gambling, he's cheating.
~ Malcolm X Little
Upon the world he made his mark, and from him we learn how not to be one.
~ Jeff Smith
The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort.
If the champion defeats the meaning for which the game was designed, then he must lose.
~ William Neal Harrison
The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business.
~ Sidney Aaron Chayefsky
No one can ever master the game... or conquer it. You can only challenge it.
~ Louis Clark Brock
Winning isn't everything, but wanting to win is.
~ Arnold Palmer
You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
~ Wayne Gretzky
Shrink from this, shrink from that, you wind up shrunk!
~ Ray Bradbury
If you read with your eyes shut, you're likely to find
that the place where you're going is far, far behind.
~ Theodore Geisel (Dr.Seuss)
You are what you read so choose carefully, since the wrong kind of food for thought can cause serious mental indigestion.
~ David Konstan
The blind reader, who swallows good and bad ideas indiscriminately, suffers from intellectual indigestion.
~ Paramahansa Yogananda
Having eyes, see ye not?
and having ears, hear ye not?
~ Mark the Evangelist
One cannot shut one΄s eyes to things not seen with the eyes.
~ Charles Morgan
The digestive process of the mind is incomplete, superficial; and right here the foundation is laid for mental malnutrition and intellectual anaemia.
~ William S. Sadler
The facts must be revealed.
The truth, after all, is a laxative for the soul.
~ Mark Mirabello
Ac proinde haec cognitio,
'Ego cogito, Ergo sum', est omnium prima et certissima, quae cuilibet ordine philosophanti occurrat.
Accordingly, the knowledge, 'I am thinking, therefore I exist', is the first and most certain that occurs to one who philosophizes orderly.
~ Renι Descartes
Egotism is the root of all evil, as sacrifice is the root of all virtue.
~ Giuseppe Mazzini
Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.
~ Philip K. Dick
There are two things to aim at in life:
first to get what you want and, after that, to enjoy it.
Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.
~ Logan Pearsall Smith
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
~ Stephen Lawrence Schwartz
Blind unrelenting drive for growth is to the biosphere what a cancerous tumor is to an organism.
~ Howard Hawkins
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage - to move in the opposite direction.
~ Ernst Friedrich Schumacher
Genius is one per cent inspiration, ninety-nine per cent perspiration.
~ Thomas Alva Edison
We may pass violets looking for roses.
We may pass contentment looking for victory.
~ Bern Williams
Don't waste too much effort in searching for conspiracies.
Most of the harm done in the world is out of stupidity, not by design.
~ Gerard K. O'Neill
A conspiracy of silence is just as bad as a conspiracy of action.
~ Joseph Soloveitchik
The world suffers a lot.
Not because of the violence of bad people,
but because of the silence of good people
~ Napoleon Bonaparte
The aim of education is not knowledge but action.
~ Edward Spencer
Not much longer shall we have time for reading lessons of the past.
An inexorable present calls us to the defense of a great future.
~ Henry Robinson Luce
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
~ H.G. Wells
It should be possible to discover the hidden mechanics by which all traditional elements of our political and spiritual world were dissolved into a conglomeration where everything seems to have lost specific value, and has become unrecognizable for human comprehension, unusable for human purpose.
~ Hannah Arendt
Originδre Lebenstreibe werden von einer όberstrengen, grausamen, inneren Moralinstanz verdrδngt. Dann kann sich im Schattenreich der Seele der Widerstreit von Drang und Hemmung, Trieb und Abwehr, Verlangen und Verbot, verkapseln und eine leidvolle neurotische Notlφsung erzwingen.
Primary life drives become displaced by an overstrict, cruel, inner morality authority. Then the conflict between urge and inhibition, impulse and repulsion, desire and ban, encapsulate and force a painful neurotic compromise in the shadow realm of the soul.
~ Ludwig Jakob Pongratz
A trustee is held to something stricter than the morals of the marketplace. Not honesty alone, but the punctilio of an honor the most sensitive, is then the standard of behavior.
~ Benjamin Nathan Cardozo
If any of us takes a rest,
We'll be arrested sure,
And get no restitution
'Cause the rest we must endure.
~ Lyman Frank Baum
It is better to suffer, than to do, wrong.
~ Pythagoras of Samos
Truth may sometimes hurt, but delusion harms.
~ Vanna Bonta
Do no Evil has been understood,
Then learn the harder, braver rule,
~ Arthur Guiterman
There are ways to avoid the holocaust and to make the world a cleaner place. We must never cease to search for them.
~ Victor F. Weisskopf
When we think about our lives, we always go wrong when we mistake the fluctuating amounts for the sum.
~ Tada Saikichi
There exists a simple equation between freedom and numbers.
The more people, the less freedom.
~ Royal Robbins
We must all hang together, or we will surely all hang separately.
~ Benjamin Franklin
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.
It helps keep my mind off things.
~ Roger McGough
Fear does strange things to people.
We didn't know we were tired, that we'd been driving ourselves like devils all night. And none of us even realized we were frightened. There was just the feeling of a great hand pressing behind us in the blackness, and each hour it pushed a little harder and we tried to go a little faster. Whenever we stopped for a few seconds it was not to rest, but to listen.
~ Alexander Hill Key
Lebensgefahr ist ein wirksames Mittel gegen fixe Ideen.
Mortal danger is an effective antidote for fixed ideas.
~ Erwin Johannes Eugen Rommel
Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.
~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Abruptly the poker of memory stirs the ashes of recollection and uncovers a forgotten ember, still smoldering down there, still hot, still glowing, still red.
~ William Manchester
People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
~ Murakami Haruki
We are not troubled by things, but by the opinions which we have of things.
The world is only evil when you become its slave.
~ Henri Jozef Nouwen
Nothing baffles the schemes of evil people so much as the calm composure of great souls.
~ Honorι Gabriel Riqueti de Mirabeau
In a cruel and evil world, being cynical can allow you to get some entertainment out of it.
~ Daniel Waterse
Superfluous energy, which, if it remained unused, might become negative, that is, poison.
Laughter is the antidote.
~ George Gurdjieff
The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
~ Horace Walpole
Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them. Well, I'm gonna be a new kind of clown.
I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks
~ Harper Lee
Humour is one of the best ingredients of survival.
~ Aung San Suu Kyi
If you can laugh, you gotta laugh at yourself first.
~ Michael Jordan
Life is to be enjoyed, not endured.
~ Gordon Bitner Hinckley
Rejoice! Rejoice! We have no choice, but to carry on.
~ Stephen Stills
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic
~ George Carlin
If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value.
~ Eric Idle
Ridicule is a weak weapon, when leveled at a strong mind;
But common men are cowards and dread an empty laugh.
~ Martin Farquhar Tupper
Humour is a rubber sword - it allows you to make a point without drawing blood.
~ Mary Hirsch
Comedy is tragedy plus time.
~ Carol Creighton Burnett
Misery loves comedy.
~ Ivan Brunetti
Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.
~ Victor Borge
Even elixir in excess is toxin.
~ Venkatachalam Irai Anbu
Le ridicule est une des extrιmitιs du subtil.
The ridiculous is one of the extremes of the subtle.
~ Jean-Louis Guez de Balzac
God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
~ Franηois-Marie Arouet
A face just covers a skull awhile.
Stretch that skull-cover and smile.
~ Jack Kerouac
The skull lieth beneath the face, as death lieth alongside life.
~ Robert Silverberg
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand,
while imagination embraces the entire world,
and all there ever will be to know and understand
~ Albert Einstein
Knowledge is like a sphere; the greater its volume, the larger its contact with the unknown
~ Blaise Pascal
Were always exploring and experimenting. We call it Imagineering - the blending of creative imagination with technical know-how.
~ Walter Elias Disney
Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.
~ William Melvin Hicks
Dream as if you'll live forever.
Live as if you'll die today.
~ James Byron Dean
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
~ Montague Francis Ashley-Montagu
To execute great things, one should live as though one would never die.
~ Marquis de Vauvenargues
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was.
~ Douglas Adams
A dream is a friendly way of letting you know what you've been doing without scaring you.
~ Stephany Fay Cohen
Sometimes the things we dream about are merely the heart's way of protecting us from what we really want.
~ Sharon L. Naeole
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
~ Jaime Gil de Biedma
The first step toward enlightenment is disillusionment.
~ Mike Twohy
Enlightenment leads to benightedness. Science entails nescience.
~ Philippe Verdoux
Morsels of truth swim around and give the reassurance albeit false, that the whole mixture is real and true. The thinking processes attempt to organize this whole cesspool of illusions according to the laws of plausibility. This level of consciousness is supposed to reflect reality.
~ Erich Fromm
In fireworks are released, all the explosive pyrotechnics of a dream. The inflammable desires, dampened by day under the cold water of consciousness, are ignited at night by the libertarian matches of sleep, and burst forth in showers of shimmering incandescence.
~ Kenneth Wilbur Anglemeyer
One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.
~ Salvador Dalν
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
~ Edgar A. Poe
The dreamers of the day are dangerous men,
for they may act out their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
~ T.E. Lawrence
The dream of yesterday is the hope of today and reality of tomorrow.
~ Robert Goddard
You can analyze the past, but you have to design the future.
~ Edward de Bono
The future ain't what it used to be.
~ Yogi Berra
Some people think the world will end.
Ive often wondered when it might get started.
~ Stuart Wilde
The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
~ Alan Kay
I wrote my own future. I had to.
It was the only way out.
~ John Lydon
I was just trying to open the doors... but walls fell down
~ Saket Assertive
For the most part, men live within the framework of institutions whose architecture is not of their own choosing.
That they are generally content to do so springs more from passive acceptance than from considered approval.
~ Louis Wasserman
When someone else writes your script, you're not living. You're just playing a part.
~ Donald G. Smith
Of all the excuses this is most morbid:
I did the thing because others did.
~ Arthur Guiterman
We have no wish for uniformity. It is not essential to unity.
Nay, it has often been its hindrance and its scourge.
~ Leonard Bacon
Control your destiny or somebody else will.
~ John Francis Welch Jr.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
~ Oscar Wilde
Men accept servility in order to acquire wealth; as if they could acquire anything of their own when they cannot even assert that they belong to themselves.
~ Ιtienne de La Boιtie
A life predicated on being obedient and taking orders is a very comfortable life indeed.
Living in such a way reduces to a minimum one's own need to think.
~ Otto Adolf Eichmann
Even paradise could become a prison if one had enough time to take notice of the walls.
~ Morgan Rhodes
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
~ Richard Lovelace
Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
~ Eugene O'Neill
Se judice, nemo nocens absolvitur.
By his own verdict no guilty man was ever acquitted.
~ Decimus Junius Juvenalis
Four walls are three too many for a prison you only need one for an execution.
~ Juan Domingo de Monteverde
The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
What you inherit may not be as valuable as what you earn.
~ Jamie Johnson
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.
~ William Blake
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world;
the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.
Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
~ George Bernard Shaw
I passionately hate the idea of being
I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
~ Orson Welles
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe.
~ Joseph Campbell
If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears,
however measured or far away.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
In speaking of music, one cannot ignore the geometries and mathematics that give rise to it. And when we speak of mathematics, of necessity our discussion will wander into the realm of metaphysics.
~ Mark Conway Wirt
Comparison is the enemy to creativity.
~ E'yen A. Gardner
Art is a revolt against destiny.
~ Andre Malraux
The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him.
~ Federico Garcνa Lorca
Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.
~ Paul Gaugin
When I need to identify rebels, I look for men with principles.
~ Frank Herbert
Art is anything you can get away with.
~ Andrew Warhola
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.
~ Susan Sontag
As part of his bargain with the dark powers of at any rate his own intellect, he must be resigned to be considered somewhat uncivilized. The critic, no less than the artist, must be prepared to draw blood.
~ James Fitzsimmons
I shall toy with you... tease you with a vivid palette of pain... before framing the masterpiece of your death
~ Doug Moench
Draw blood with a pen and a line of red ink instead of a needle in a vein.
~ Josh MacIvor-Andersen
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
~ Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr (Novalis)
Artists are the engineers of the soul.
~ Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov (Lenin)
You can return to your original blueprint where thought, word and deed are one. In order to reach this divine expression and surrender, you have to be humble and confess your faults and shortcomings, and forgive them.
~ Padma Aon Prakasha
The artist only has to create one masterpiece, himself, constantly.
~ Yves Klein
Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.
~ Alexis Carrell
An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.
~ Jerome David Salinger
One should not become an artist because he can, but because he must. It is only for those who would be miserable without it.
~ Irving Tannenbaum
Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit!
~ Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure... To him, he's always doing both.
~ James Michener
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
~ Robert Frost
The one thing I've learned over the years is the difference between taking one's work seriously and taking one's self seriously.
The first is imperative and the second is disastrous.
~ Margot Fonteyn
Making a living is necessary and often satisfying; eventually, making a difference becomes more important.
~ David Campbell
All my life, I've always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific.
~ Lily Tomlin
I do not seek, I find.
~ Pablo Picasso
In art, the best is good enough.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.
~ Salvador Dalν
What you do is of little significance,
but it is very important that you do it.
~ Mohandas Gandhi
Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could only do a little.
~ Edmund Burke
No intellect is too small to see the great and all.
~ Paul Lloyd Warner
I am the universe wrapped in skin.
~ Joy Elizabeth Williams
Every living being is an engine geared to the wheelwork of the universe.
Though seemingly affected only by its immediate surrounding, the sphere of external influence extends to infinite distance.
~ Nikola Tesla
It is not easy to tear any event out of the context of the universe in which it occurred without detaching from it some factor that influenced it.
~ Carroll Quigley
The natural path from nonentity to greatness is to forget that you are a gram
and feel yourself instead a millionth of a ton.
~ Yevgeny Zamyatin
Permanence is perceived only through the snapshot of a human life.
~ Brad Cran
Joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all - that has been my religion.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
~ John Burroughs
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
~ Jonathan Swift
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.
~ Karl Heinrich Marx
There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.
~ George Bernard Shaw
When people quarrel about religion they drag god into their squabbles
~ Chief Dan George
With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things.
But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion
~ Steven Weinberg
The massive threats to human welfare stem mainly from deliberate acts of principle rather than from unrestrained acts of impulse.
~ Albert Bandura
When religious people quarrel about religion, or hungry people about their victuals,
it looks as if they had not much of either about them
~ Benjamin Franklin
And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands.
As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love.
~ John the Evangelist
Seek freedom and become captive of your desires.
Seek discipline and find your liberty.
~ Frank Herbert
Habent enim et spinae flores. Quaedam uero uidentur aspera, uidentur truculenta, sed fiunt ad disciplinam dictante caritate.
Thorns also have flowers: some actions truly seem rough, seem savage; howbeit they are done for discipline at the bidding of charity.
~ Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis
What one approves, another scorns, and thus his nature each discloses.
You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.
~ Arthur Guiterman
The leaves, the blossoms and the fruit upon a living tree; they cannot be constructed and imposed from without.
Uniformity is not unity; nor is it of course evidence of Unity.
~ Leonard Bacon
For to the fruit giving is a need as receiving is a need to the root.
~ Kahlil Gibran
A weed is but an unloved flower
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves. But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the oceans bottom. Just so there is a continuum of cosmic consciousness, against which our individuality builds but accidental fences.
~ William James
You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.
~ Trina Paulus
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
~ Vanna Bonta
True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid.
~ Lyman Frank Baum
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under.
~ Dennis Edmonton
None can be free who is a slave to, and ruled by, his passions.
~ Pythagoras of Samos
Obedience is the path to command.
~ Idries Shah
Love is metaphysical gravity.
~ R. Buckminster Fuller
Where love rules, there is no will to power,
and where power predominates, love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other
~ Carl Jung
Power has to be insecure to be responsive.
~ Ralph Nader
The opposite of faith is not doubt or even unbelief, but rather, fear
~ Rich Vincent
Fear leads to the production of mental indigestion and other disorders of the mind.
~ William S. Sadler
The warrior utilises eustress where the worrier is more in distress.
~ Lesley Rodgers
Distress can be disastrous if you don't figure out a way to declutter.
~ Diana Ellen Judd
By vigilant intellect, one can effectively avoid mind's injury. Destress the distress.
~ Venkatachalam Chokkalingam
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain
~ Frank Herbert
Love does not push fear away; it gently holds it and then lets it go
~ Yvonne Spence
Faith activates God - Fear activates the Enemy
~ Joel Osteen
If you have a bad thought about yourself, tell it to go to hell,
because that is exactly where it came from
~ Brigham Young
It is not power that corrupts but fear.
Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and
fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it
~ Aung San Suu Kyi
Better to be occasionally cheated than perpetually suspicious.
~ Bertie Charles Forbes
Ive been cheated but never defeated.
~ Andre Dirrell
There is an art of conducting one's self in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up.
~ Rene Daumal
Conscience is that which hurts when everything else feels good.
~ George Vavoulis
There is only one way to achieve happiness on this terrestrial ball,
And that is to have either a clear conscience or none at all.
~ Ogden Nash
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
~ Doug Larson
If we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.
~ Ewa Wydra
Dialectical thought is related to vulgar thinking in the same way that a motion picture is related to a still photograph. The motion picture does not outlaw the still photograph but combines a series of them according to the laws of motion.
~ Lev Davidovich Bronstein
The memory is less like a movie, a permanent emulsion of chemicals on celluloid, and more like a play - subtly different each time its performed.
~ Jonah Lehrer
Every man's memory is his private literature.
~ Aldous Huxley
These are used emotions. It's time to trade them in. Memories were meant to fade - they're designed that way for a reason.
~ James Francis Cameron
Memory atrophies unless it is communicated.
~ Barbara Clow
Often we have no time for our friends but all the time in the world for our enemies.
~ Leon Uris
Whatever the arena, our hearts experience the failure to be heard as an absence of concern. Conflict doesnt necessarily disappear when we acknowledge each others point of view, but its almost certain to get worse if we dont.
~ Michael P. Nichols
Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so such
~ Oscar Wilde
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances:
if there is any reaction, both are transformed
~ Carl Jung
The man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever.
Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him
~ Cormac McCarthy
Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could be any different
~ Iyanla Vanzant
Forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember.
~ Lewis B. Smedes
Remember, there is no rejection, only feedback.
~ James Murdock
It's much better to be criticized than ignored.
~ Stuart Hameroff M.D.
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference
~ Elie Wiesel
Blasphemy is, after all, among the highest tributes that can be paid to the power of a symbol.
The blasphemer takes symbols as seriously as the idolater.
~ Neil Postman
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
~ Evelyn Beatrice Hall
If you don't like what's being said, change the conversation.
~ Matthew Weiner
Description begins in the writers imagination, but should finish in the readers.
~ Stephen Edwin King
I know you think you understand what you thought I said but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
~ Alan Greenspan
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
~ Jerome David Salinger
Eschew obfuscation, espouse elucidation.
~ Emma Nicholls
more thumbnail thoughts to ponder and wonder.
#460406 - 02/09/14 05:18 PM
Re: A Code for Life
i really like this thread
#460765 - 02/15/14 02:45 AM
Re: A Code for Life
Loc: πͺ π¦anada
glad you liked it.
happy to share.
as a warrior, i have learned some valuable skills from various sources.
i will take my inspiration wherever i can get it.
here are some wise words from my favourite survival handbook...
Let not the one who puts on his armour boast like the one who takes it off.
1 Kings 20
For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
2 Corinthians 10
Join with me in suffering, like a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No one serving as a soldier gets entangled in civilian affairs, but rather tries to please his commanding officer.
2 Timothy 2
Put on the full armour of God, that you may be able to stand firm against the schemes of the enemy. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the full armour of God, that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming missiles of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lords people.
Blessed be JHVH, my rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle;
My lovingkindness and my fortress,
My stronghold and my deliverer;
My shield and He in whom I take refuge.
#467995 - 07/26/14 02:27 AM
Loc: πͺ π¦anada
here is another great book which formed part of my survival strategy. http://www.stuartwilde.com/books/affirmations/ AFFIRMATIONS
, by Stuart Wilde, is not just a collection of nice words to say to yourself, but serves as a magnificent battle-plan, where you learn to expand the power you already have in order to win back absolute control of your life.
"Some people think the world will end.
Ive often wondered when it might get started.
You can only begin where you find yourself.
- Stuart Wilde
#468397 - 08/02/14 10:25 PM
purpose, meaning, a reason for living?
Loc: πͺ π¦anada
I have seen too much of violent death. I have tasted too much of my own fear. I have painful memories that lie buried most of the time. It is never easy when they surface.
And yet there is a part of me that remains nostalgic for war's simplicity and high. The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it gives us what we all long for in life. It gives us purpose, meaning, a reason for living. Only when we are in the midst of conflict does the shallowness and vapidness of our lives become apparent. Trivia dominates our conversations and increasingly our news. And war is an enticing elixir. It gives us resolve, a cause. It allows us to be noble. And those that have the least meaning in their lives are all susceptible to war's appeal.
I learned early on that war forms its own culture. The rush of battle is a potent and often lethal addiction, for war is a drug, one I ingested for many years. It is peddled by myth makers -historians, war correspondents, filmmakers, novelists and the state- all of whom endow it with qualities it often does possess: excitement, exoticism, power, chances to rise above our small stations in life, and a bizarre and fantastic universe that has a grotesque and dark beauty. It dominates culture, distorts memory, corrupts language and infects everything around it, even humor, which becomes preoccupied with the grim perversities of smut and death. Fundamental questions about the meaning, or meaninglessness, of our place on the planet are laid bare when we watch those around us sink to the lowest depths. War exposes the capacity for evil that lurks just below the surface within all of us.
And so it takes little in wartime to turn ordinary men into killers. Most give themselves willingly to the seduction of unlimited power to destroy, and all feel the peer pressure. Few, once in battle, can find the strength to resist.
War makes the world understandable, a black-and-white tableau of them and us. It suspends thought, especially self-critical thought. All bow before the supreme effort. We are one. Most of us willingly accept war as long as we can fold it into a belief system that paints the ensuing suffering as necessary for a higher good; for human beings seek not only happiness but also meaning. And tragically, war is sometimes the most powerful way in human society to achieve meaning.Chris Hedges
found this article in an amnesty international magazine.
i found myself in this article.
scary to see it laid out like that, point blank.
frightful but insightful.
i have never been to war, but this all sounds too familiar.
"In part we couldn't describe our feelings because the language failed us: the civilian-issue adjectives and nouns, verbs and adverbs, seemed made for a different universe. There were no metaphors that connected the war to everyday life. But we were also mute, I suspect, out of shame."
- William Broyles
i found this in an old esquire magazine.
it speaks first person from one combat veteran's perspective.
read at your own risk. it is heavy.
whether you agree or disagree, this is honesty and history.
this story contains graphic details in explicit language for adults only.
I last saw Hiers in a rice paddy in Vietnam. He was nineteen then--my wonderfully skilled and maddeningly insubordinate radio operator. For months we were seldom more than three feet apart. Then one day he went home, and fifteen years passed before we met by accident last winter at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington. A few months later I visited Hiers and his wife. Susan, in Vermont, where they run a bed-and -breakfast place. The first morning we were up at dawn trying to save five newborn rabbits. Hiers built a nest of rabbit fur and straw in his barn and positioned a lamp to provide warmth against the bitter cold.
"What people can't understand," Hiers said, gently picking up each tiny rabbit and placing it in the nest, "is how much fun Vietnam was. I loved it. I loved it, and I can't tell anybody."
Hiers loved war. And as I drove back from Vermont in a blizzard, my children asleep in the back of the car, I had to admit that for all these years I also had loved it, and more than I knew. I hated war, too. Ask me, ask any man who has been to war about his experience, and chances are we'll say we don't want to talk about it--implying that we hated it so much, it was so terrible, that we would rather leave it buried. And it is no mystery why men hate war. War is ugly, horrible, evil, and it is reasonable for men to hate all that. But I believe that most men who have been to war would have to admit, if they are honest, that somewhere inside themselves they loved it too, loved it as much as anything that has happened to them before or since. And how do you explain that to your wife, your children, your parents, or your friends?
That's why men in their sixties and seventies sit in their dens and recreation rooms around America and know that nothing in their life will equal the day they parachuted into St. Lo or charged the bunker on Okinawa. That's why veterans' reunions are invariably filled with boozy awkwardness, forced camaraderie ending in sadness and tears: you are together again, these are the men who were your brothers, but it's not the same, can never be the same. That's why when we returned from Vietnam we moped around, listless, not interested in anything or anyone. Something had gone out of our lives forever, and our behavior on returning was inexplicable except as the behavior of men who had lost a great perhaps the great-love of their lives, and had no way to tell anyone about it.
In part we couldn't describe our feelings because the language failed us: the civilian-issue adjectives and nouns, verbs and adverbs, seemed made for a different universe. There were no metaphors that connected the war to everyday life. But we were also mute, I suspect, out of shame. Nothing in the way we are raised admits the possibility of loving war. It is at best a necessary evil, a patriotic duty to be discharged and then put behind us. To love war is to mock the very values we supposedly fight for. It is to be insensitive, reactionary, a brute.
But it may be more dangerous, both for men and nations, to suppress the reasons men love war than to admit them. In Apocalypse Now, Robert Duvall, playing a brigade commander, surveys a particularly horrific combat scene and says, with great sadness, "You know, someday this war's gonna be over. " He is clearly meant to be a psychopath, decorating enemy bodies with playing cards, riding to war with Wagner blaring. We laugh at him--Hey! nobody's like that! And last year in Grenada American boys charged into battle playing Wagner, a new generation aping the movies of Vietnam the way we aped the movies of World War 11, learning nothing, remembering nothing.
Alfred Kazin wrote that war is the enduring condition of twentieth-century man. He was only partly right. War is the enduring condition of man, period. Men have gone to war over everything from Helen of Troy to Jenkins's ear. Two million Frenchmen and Englishmen died in muddy trenches in World War I because a student shot an archduke. The truth is, the reasons don't matter. There is a reason for every war and a war for every reason.
For centuries men have hoped that with history would come progress, and with progress, peace. But progress has simply given man the means to make war even more horrible; no wars in our savage past can begin to match the brutality of the wars spawned in this century, in the beautifully ordered, civilized landscape of Europe, where everyone is literate and classical music plays in every village cafe. War is not all aberration; it is part of the family. the crazy uncle we try--in vain--to keep locked in the basement.
Consider my own example. I am not a violent person. I have not been in a fight since grade school. Aside from being a fairly happy-go-lucky carnivore, I have no lust for blood, nor do I enjoy killing animals, fish, or even insects. My days are passed in reasonable contentment, filled with the details of work and everyday life. I am also a father now, and a male who has helped create life is war's natural enemy. I have seen what war does to children, makes them killers or victims, robs them of their parents, their homes, and their innocence--steals their childhood and leaves them marked in body, mind, and spirit.
I spent most of my combat tour in Vietnam trudging through its jungles and rice paddies without incident, but I have seen enough of war to know that I never want to fight again, and that I would do everything in my power to keep my son from fighting. Then why, at the oddest times--when I am in a meeting or running errands, or on beautiful summer evenings, with the light fading and children playing around me--do my thoughts turn back fifteen years to a war I didn't believe in and never wanted to fight? Why do I miss it?
I miss it because I loved it, loved it in strange and troubling ways. When I talk about loving war I don't mean the romantic notion of war that once mesmerized generations raised on Walter Scott. What little was left of that was ground into the mud at Verdun and Passchendaele: honor and glory do not survive the machine gun. And it's not the mindless bliss of martyrdom that sends Iranian teenagers armed with sticks against Iraqi tanks. Nor do I mean the sort of hysteria that can grip a whole country, the way during the Falklands war the English press inflamed the lust that lurks beneath the cool exterior of Britain. That is vicarious war, the thrill of participation without risk, the lust of the audience for blood. It is easily fanned, that lust; even the invasion of a tiny island like Grenada can do it. Like all lust, for as long as it lasts it dominates everything else; a nation's other problems are seared away, a phenomenon exploited by kings, dictators, and presidents since civilization began.
And I don't mean war as an addiction, the constant rush that war junkies get, the crazies mailing ears home to their girlfriends, the zoomies who couldn't get an erection unless they were cutting in the afterburners on their F-4s. And, finally, I'm not talking about how some men my age feel today, men who didn't go to war but now have a sort of nostalgic longing for something they missed, some classic male experience, the way some women who didn't have children worry they missed something basic about being a woman, something they didn't value when they could have done it.
I'm talking about why thoughtful, loving men can love war even while knowing and hating it. Like any love, the love of war is built on a complex of often contradictory reasons. Some of them are fairly painless to discuss; others go almost too deep, stir the caldron too much. I'll give the more respectable reasons first.
Part of the love of war stems from its being an experience of great intensity; its lure is the fundamental human passion to witness, to see things, what the Bible calls the lust of the eye and the Marines in Vietnam called eye fucking. War stops time, intensifies experience to the point of a terrible ecstasy. It is the dark opposite of that moment of passion caught in "Ode on a Grecian Urn": "For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd/ For ever panting, and forever young. " War offers endless exotic experiences, enough "I couldn't fucking believe it! "'s to last a lifetime.
Most people fear freedom; war removes that fear. And like a stem father, it provides with its order and discipline both security and an irresistible urge to rebel against it, a constant yearning to fly over the cuckoo's nest. The midnight requisition is an honored example. I remember one elaborately planned and meticulously executed raid on our principal enemy--the U.S. Army, not the North Vietnamese--to get lightweight blankets and cleaning fluid for our rifles repeated later in my tour, as a mark of my changed status, to obtain a refrigerator and an air conditioner for our office. To escape the Vietnamese police we tied sheets together and let ourselves down from the top floor of whorehouses, and on one memorable occasion a friend who is now a respectable member of our diplomatic corps hid himself inside a rolled-up Oriental rug while the rest of us careered off in the truck. leaving him to make his way back stark naked to our base six miles away. War, since it steals our youth, offers a sanction to play boys' games.
War replaces the difficult gray areas daily life with an eerie, serene clarity. In war you usually know who is your enemy and who is your friend, and are given means of dealing with both. (That was, incidentally, one of the great problems with Vietnam: it was hard to tell friend from foe--it was too much like ordinary Life.)
War is an escape from the everyday into a special world where the bonds that hold us to our duties in daily life--the bonds of family, community, work, disappear. In war, all bets are off. It's the frontier beyond the last settlement, it's Las Vegas. The men who do well in peace do not necessarily do well at war, while those who were misfits and failures may find themselves touched with fire. U. S. Grant, selling firewood on the streets of St. Louis and then four years later commanding the Union armies, is the best example, although I knew many Marines who were great warriors but whose ability to adapt to civilian life was minimal.
I remember Kirby, a skinny kid with JUST YOU AND ME LORD tattooed on his shoulder. Kirby had extended his tour in Vietnam twice. He had long since ended his attachment to any known organization and lived alone out in the most dangerous areas, where he wandered about night and day, dressed only in his battered fatigue trousers with a .45 automatic tucked into the waistband, his skinny shoulders and arms as dark as a Montagnard's.
One day while out on patrol we found him on the floor of a hut, being tended by a girl in black pajamas, a bullet wound in his arm.
He asked me for a cigarette, then eyed me, deciding if I was worth telling his story to. "I stopped in for a mango, broad daylight, and there bigger'n hell were three NVA officers, real pretty tan uniforms. They got this map spread out oil a table, just eyeballin' it, makin' themselves right at home. They looked at me. I looked at them. Then they went for their nine millimeters and I went for my .45. "
"Yeah?"I answered. "So what happened
"I wasted 'em," he said, then puffed on his cigarette. Just another day at work, killing three men on the way to eat a mango.
How are you ever going to go back to the world?" I asked him. (He didn't. A few months later a ten-year-old Vietcong girl blew him up with a command-detonated booby trap.
War is a brutal, deadly game, but a game, the best there is. And men love games. You can come back from war broken in mind or body, or not come back at all. But if you come back whole you bring with you the knowledge that you have explored regions of your soul that in most men will always remain uncharted. Nothing I had ever studied was as complex or as creative as the small-unit tactics of Vietnam. No sport I had ever played brought me to such deep awareness of my physical and emotional limits.
One night not long after I had arrived in Vietnam, one of my platoon's observation on posts heard enemy movement. I immediately lost all saliva in my mouth. I could not talk; not a sound would pass my lips. My brain erased as if the plug had been pulled--I felt only a dull hum throughout my body, a low-grade current coursing through me like electricity through a power line. After a minute I could at least grunt, which I did as Hiers gave orders to the squad leaders, called in artillery and air support, and threw back the probe. I was terrified. I was ashamed, and I couldn't wait for it to happen again.
The enduring emotion of war, when everything else has faded, is comradeship. A comrade in war is a man you can trust with anything, because you trust him with your life. "It is," Philip Caputo wrote in A Rumor of War "unlike marriage, a bond I that cannot be broken by a word, by boredom or divorce, or by anything other than death." Despite its extreme right-wing image, war is the only utopian experience most of us ever have. Individual possessions and advantage count for nothing: the group is everything What you have is shared with your friends. It isn't a particularly selective process, but a love that needs no reasons, that transcends race and personality and education--all those things that would make a difference in peace. It is, simply, brotherly love.
What made this love so intense was that it had no limits, not even death. John Wheeler in Touched with Fire quotes the Congressional Medal of Honor citation of Hector Santiago-Colon: "Due to the heavy volume of enemy fire and exploding grenades around them, a North Vietnamese soldier was able to crawl, undetected, to their position. Suddenly, the enemy soldier lobbed a hand grenade into Sp4c. Santiago-Colon's foxhole. Realizing that there was no time to throw the grenade out of his position, Sp4c., Santiago-Colon retrieved the grenade, tucked it into his stomach, and turning away from his comrades, and absorbed the full impact of the blast. " This is classic heroism, the final evidence of how much comrades can depend on each other. What went through Santiago- Colon's mini for that split second when he could just a easily have dived to safety? It had to be this: my comrades are more important than my most valuable possession--my own life.
Isolation is the greatest fear in war. The military historian S.L.A. Marshall con ducted intensive studies of combat incidents during World War 11 and Korea and discovered that, at most, only 25 percent of the men who were under fire actually fired their own weapons. The rest cowered behind cover, terrified and helpless--all systems off. Invariably, those men had felt alone, and to feel alone in combat is to cease to function; it is the terrifying prelude to the final loneliness of death. The only men who kept their heads felt connected to other men, a part of something as if comradeship were some sort of collective life-force, the power to face death and stay conscious. But when those men cam home from war, that fear of isolation stayed with many of them, a tiny mustard seed fallen on fertile soil.
When I came back from Vietnam I tried to keep up with my buddies. We wrote letters, made plans to meet, but something always came up and we never seemed to get together. For a few year we exchanged Christmas cards, then nothing . The special world that had sustain our intense comradeship was gone. Everyday life--our work, family, friends--reclaimed us, and we grew up.
But there was something not right about that. In Vietnam I had been closer to Hiers, for example, than to anyone before or since. We were connected by the radio, our lives depended on it, and on eachother. We ate, slept, laughed, and we terrified together. When I first arrived in Vietnam I tried to get Hiers to salute me, but he simply wouldn't do it, mustering at most a "Howdy, Lieutenant, how's it hanging" as we passed. For every time that I didn't salute I told him he would have to fill a hundred sandbags.
We'd reached several thousand sandbags when Hiers took me aside and said "Look, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to salute you, really. But if I get in the habit back here in the rear I may salute you when we're out in the bush. And those gooks a just waiting for us to salute, tell 'em who the lieutenant is. You'd be the first one blown away." We forgot the sandbags and the salutes. Months later, when Hiers left the platoon to go home, he turned to me as I stood on our hilltop position, and gave me the smartest salute I'd ever seen. I shot him the finger, and that was the last I saw of him for fifteen years. When we met by accident at the Vietnam memorial it was like a sign; enough time had passed-we were old enough to say goodbye to who we had been and become friends as who we had become.
For us and for thousands of veterans the memorial was special ground. War is theater, and Vietnam had been fought without a third act. It was a set that hadn't been struck; its characters were lost there, with no way to get off and no more lines to say. And so when we came to the Vietnam memorial in Washington we wrote our own endings as we stared at the names on the wall, reached out and touched them, washed them with our tears, said goodbye. We are older now, some of us grandfathers, some quite successful, but the memorial touched some part of us that is still out there, under fire, alone. When we came to that wait and met the memories of our buddies and gave them their due, pulled them tip from their buried places and laid our love to rest, we were home at last.
For all these reasons, men love war. But these are the easy reasons, the first circle the ones we can talk about without risk of disapproval, without plunging too far into the truth or ourselves. But there are other, more troubling reasons why men love war. The love of war stems from the union, deep in the core of our being between sex and destruction, beauty and horror, love and death. War may be the only way in which most men touch the mythic domains in our soul. It is, for men, at some terrible level, the closest thing to what childbirth is for women: the initiation into the power of life and death. It is like lifting off the corner of the universe and looking at what's underneath. To see war is to see into the dark heart of things, that no-man's-land between life and death, or even beyond.
And that explains a central fact about the stories men tell about war. Every good war story is, in at least some of its crucial elements, false. The better the war story, the less of it is likely to be true. Robert Graves wrote that his main legacy from World War I was "a difficulty in telling tile truth. " I have never once heard a grunt tell a reporter a war story that wasn't a lie, just as some of the stories that I tell about the war are lies. Not that even the lies aren't true, on a certain level. They have a moral, even a mythic, truth, rather than a literal one. They reach out and remind the tellers and listeners of their place in the world. They are the primitive stories told around the fire in smoky teepees after the pipe has been passed. They are all, at bottom, the same.
Some of the best war stories out Of Vietnam are in Michael Heir's Dispatches One of Heir's most quoted stories goes like this: "But what a story he told me, as one pointed and resonant as any war story I ever heard. It took me a year to understand it: "'Patrol went up the mountain. One man came back. He died before he could tell its What happened.'
" I waited for the rest, but it seemed not to be that kind of story; when I asked him what had happened he just looked like he felt sorry for me, fucked if he'd waste time telling stories to anyone as dumb as I was."
It is a great story, a combat haiku, all negative space and darkness humming with portent. It seems rich, unique to Vietnam. But listen, now, to this:
"We all went up to Gettysburg, the summer of '63: and some of us came back from there: and that's all except the details. " That is the account of Gettysburg by one Praxiteles Swan, onetime captain of the Confederate States Army. The language is different, but it is the same story. And it is a story that I would imagine has been told for as long as men have gone to war. Its purpose is not to enlighten but to exclude; its message is riot its content but putting the listener in his place. I suffered, I was there. You were not. Only those facts matter. Everything else is beyond words to tell. As was said after the worst tragedies in Vietnam: "Don't mean nothin'." Which meant, "It means everything it means too much." Language overload.
War stories inhabit the realm of myth because every war story is about death. And one of the most troubling reasons men love war is the love of destruction, the thrill of killing. In his superb book on World War II, The Warriors,J. Glenn Gray wrote that "thousands of youths who never suspect the presence of such an impulse in themselves have learned in military life the mad excitement of destroying." It's what Hemingway meant when he wrote, "Admit that you have liked to kill as all who are soldiers by choice have enjoyed it it some time whether they lie about it or not."
My platoon and I went through Vietnam burning hooches (note how language liberated US--we didn't burn houses and shoot people: we burned hooches and shot gooks), killing dogs and pigs and chickens, destroying, because, as my friend Hiers put it, "We thought it was fun at the time." As anyone who has fired a bazooka or an M-60 machine gun knows, there is something to that power in your finger, the soft, seductive touch of the trigger. It's like the magic sword, a grunt's Excalibur: all you do is move that finger so imperceptibly just a wish flashing across your mind like a shadow, not even a full brain synapse, and I poof in a blast of sound and energy and light a truck or a house or even people disappear, everything flying and settling back into dust.
There is a connection between this thrill and the games we played as children, the endless games of cowboys and Indians and war, the games that ended with "Bang bang you're dead," and everyone who was "dead" got up and began another game. That's war as fantasy, and it's the same emotion that touches us in war movies and books, where death is something without consequence, and not something that ends with terrible finality as blood from our fatally fragile bodies flows out onto the mud. Boys aren't the only ones prone to this fantasy; it possesses the old men who have never been to war and who preside over our burials with the same tears they shed when soldiers die in the movies--tears of fantasy, cheap tears. The love of destruction and killing in war stems from that fantasy of war as a game, but it is the more seductive for being indulged at terrible risk. It is the game survivors play, after they have seen death up close and learned in their hearts how common, how ordinary, and how inescapable it is.
I don't know if I killed anyone in Vietnam but I tried as hard as I could. I fired at muzzle flashes in tile night, threw grenades during ambushes, ordered artillery and bombing where I thought tile enemy was. Whenever another platoon got a higher body count, I was disappointed: it was like suiting up for the football game and then not getting to play. After one ambush my men brought back the body of a North Vietnamese soldier. I later found the dead man propped against some C-ration boxes; he had on sunglasses, and a Playboy magazine lay open in his lap; a cigarette dangled jauntily from his mouth, and on his head was perched a large and perfectly formed piece of shit.
I pretended to be Outraged, since desecrating bodies was frowned on as un-American and counterproductive. But it wasn't outrage I felt. I kept my officer's face on, but inside I was... laughing. I laughed--I believe now--in part because of some subconscious appreciation of this obscene linkage of sex and excrement and 'death; and in part because of the exultant realization that he--whoever he had been--was dead and I--special, unique I me--was alive. He was my brother, but I knew him not. The line between life and death is gossamer thin; there is joy. true joy, in being alive when so many around you are not. And from the joy of being alive in death's presence to the joy of causing death is, unfortunately, not that great a step.
A lieutenant colonel I knew, a true intellectual, was put in charge of civil affairs, the work we did helping the Vietnamese grow rice and otherwise improve their lives. He was a sensitive man who kept a journal and seemed far better equipped for winning hearts and minds than for combat command. But he got one, and I remember flying out to visit his fire base the night after it had been attacked by an NVA sapper unit. Most of the combat troops I had been out on an operation, so this colonel mustered a motley crew of clerks and cooks and drove the sappers off, chasing them across tile rice paddies and killing dozens of these elite enemy troops by the light of flares. That morning, as they were surveying what they had done and loading the dead NVA--all naked and covered with grease and mud so they could penetrate the barbed wire--on mechanical mules like so much garbage, there was a look of beatific contentment on tile colonel's face that I had not seen except in charismatic churches. It was the look of a person transported into ecstasy.
And I--what did I do, confronted with this beastly scene? I smiled back. 'as filled with bliss as he was. That was another of the times I stood on the edge of my humanity, looked into the pit, and loved what I saw there. I had surrendered to an aesthetic that was divorced from that crucial quality of empathy that lets us feel the sufferings of others. And I saw a terrible beauty there. War is not simply the spirit of ugliness, although it is certainly that, the devil's work. But to give the devil his due,it is also an affair of great and seductive beauty.
Art and war were for ages as linked as art and religion. Medieval and Renaissance artists gave us cathedrals, but they also gave us armor sculptures of war, swords and muskets and cannons of great beauty, art offered to the god of war as reverently as the carved altars were offered to the god of love. War was a public ritual of the highest order, as the beautifully decorated cannons in the Invalids in Paris and the chariots with their depict ions of the gods in the Metropolitan Museum of Art so eloquently attest Men love their weapons, not simply for helping to keep them alive, but for a deeper reason. They love their rifles and their knives for the same reason that the medieval warriors loved their armor and their swords: they are instruments of beauty.
War is beautiful. There is something about a firefight at night, something about the mechanical elegance of an M -60 machine gun. They are everything they should be, perfect examples of their form. When you are firing out at night, the red racers go out into tile blackness is if you were drawing with a light pen. Then little dots of light start winking back, and green tracers from the AK-47s begin to weave ill with the red to form brilliant patterns that seem, given their great speeds, oddly timeless, as if they had been etched on the night. And then perhaps the gunships called Spooky come in and fire their incredible guns like huge hoses washing down from the sky, like something God would do when He was really ticked off. And then the flares pop, casting eerie shadows as they float down on their little parachutes, swinging in the breeze, and anyone who moves, in their light seems a ghost escaped from hell.
Daytime offers nothing so spectacular, but it also has its charms. Many men loved napalm, loved its silent power, the way it could make tree lines or houses explode as if by spontaneous combustion. But I always thought napalm was greatly overrated, unless you enjoy watching tires burn. I preferred white phosphorus, which exploded with a fulsome elegance, wreathing its target in intense and billowing white smoke, throwing out glowing red comets trailing brilliant white plumes I loved it more--not less --because of its function: to destroy, to kill. The seduction of War is in its offering such intense beauty--divorced from I all civilized values, but beauty still.
Most men who have been to war, and most women who have been around it, remember that never in their lives did they have so heightened a sexuality. War is, in short. a turn-on. War cloaks men in a coat that conceals the limits and inadequacies of their separate natures. It gives them all aura, a collective power, an almost animal force. They aren't just Billy or Johnny or Bobby, they are soldiers! But there's a price for all that: the agonizing loneliness of war, the way a soldier is cut off from everything that defines him as an individual--he is the true rootless man.
The uniform did that, too, and all that heightened sexuality is not much solace late it night when the emptiness comes.
There were many men for whom this condition led to great decisions. I knew a Marine in Vietnam who was a great rarity, an Ivy League graduate. He also had an Ivy League wife, but lie managed to fall in love with a Vietnamese bar girl who could barely speak English. She was not particularly attractive, a peasant girl trying to support her family He spent all his time with her, he fell in love with her--awkwardly informally, but totally. At the end of his twelve months in Vietnam he went home, divorced his beautiful, intelligent, and socially correct wife and then went back to Vietnam and proposed to the bar girl, who accepted. It was a marriage across a vast divide of language, culture, race, and class that could only have been made in war. I am not sure that it lasted, but it would not surprise me if despite great difficulties, it did.
Of course. for every such story there are hundreds. thousands, of stories of passing contacts, a man and a woman holding each other tight for one moment, finding in sex some escape from the terrible reality of tile war. The intensity that war brings to sex, the "let us love now because there may be no tomorrow," is based on death. No matter what our weapons on the battlefield, love is finally our only weapon against death. Sex is the weapon of life, the shooting sperm sent like an army of guerrillas to penetrate the egg's defenses is the only victory that really matters. War thrusts you into the well of loneliness, death breathing in your ear. Sex is a grappling hook that pulls you out, ends your isolation, makes you one with life again.
Not that such thoughts were anywhere near conscious. I remember going off to war with a copy of War and Peace and The Charterhouse of Parma stuffed into my pack. They were soon replaced with The Story of 0. War heightens all appetites. I cannot describe the ache for candy, for taste: I wanted a Mars bar more than I wanted anything in my life And that hunger paled beside the force that pushed it, et toward women, any women: women we would not even have looked at in peace floated into our fantasies and lodged there. Too often we made our fantasies real, always to be disappointed, our hunger only greater. The ugliest prostitutes specialized in group affairs, passed among several men or even whole squads, in communion almost, a sharing more than sexual. In sex even more than in killing I could see the beast, crouched drooling on its haunches, could see it mocking me for my frailties, knowing I hated myself for them but that I could not get enough, that I would keep coming back again and again.
After I ended my tour in combat I came back to work at division headquarters and volunteered one night a week teaching English to Vietnamese adults. One of my students was a beautiful girl whose parents had been killed in Hue during the Tet Offensive of 1968. She had fallen in love with an American civilian who worked at the consulate in Da Nang. He had left for his next duty station and promised he would send for her. She never heard from him again. She had a seductive sadness about her. I found myself seeing her after class, then I was sneaking into the motor pool and commandeering a deuce-and-a-half truck and driving into Da Nang at night to visit her. She lived in a small house near the consulate with her grandparents and brothers and sisters. It had one room divided by a curtain. When I arrived, the rest of the family would retire behind the curtain. Amid their hushed voices and the smells of cooking oil and rotted fish we would talk and fumble toward each other, my need greater than hers.
I wanted her desperately. But her tenderness and vulnerability, the torn flower of her beauty, frustrated my death-obsessed lust. I didn't see her as one Vietnamese, I saw her as all Vietnamese. She was the suffering soul of war, and I was the soldier who had wounded it but would make it whole. My loneliness was pulling me into the same strong current that had swallowed my friend who married the bar girl. I could see it happening, but I seemed powerless to stop it. I wrote her long poems, made inquiries about staying on in Da Nang, built a fantasy future for the two of us. I wasn't going to betray her the way the other American had, the way all Americans had, the way all men betrayed the women who helped them through the war. I wasn't like that. But then I received orders sending me home two weeks early. I drove into Da Nang to talk to her, and to make definite plans. Halfway there, I turned back.
At the airport I threw the poems into a trash can. When the wheels of the plane lifted off the soil of Vietnam, I cheered like everyone else. And as I pressed my face against the window and watched Vietnam shrink to a distant green blur and finally disappear, I felt sad and guilty--for her, for my comrades who had been killed and wounded, for everything. But that feeling was overwhelmed by my vast sense of relief. I had survived. And I was going home. I would be myself again, or so I thought.
But some fifteen years later she and the war are still on my mind, all those memories, each with its secret passages and cutbacks, hundreds of labyrinths, all leading back to a truth not safe but essential. It is about why we can love and hate, why we can bring forth Fe and snuff it out why each of us is a battleground where good and evil are always at war for our souls.
The power of war, like the power of love, springs from man's heart. The one yields death, the other life. But life without death has no meaning; nor, at its deepest level, does love without war. Without war we could not know from what depths love rises, or what power it must have to overcome such evil and redeem us. It is no accident that men love war, as love and war are at the core of man. It is not only that we must love one another or die. We must love one another and die. War, like death, is always with us, a constant companion, a secret sharer. To deny its seduction, to overcome death, our love for peace, for life itself, must be greater than we think possible, greater even than we can imagine.
Hiers and I were skiing down a mountain in Vermont, flying effortlessly over a world cloaked in white, beautiful, innocent, peaceful. On the ski lift up we had been talking about a different world, hot, green, smelling of decay and death, where each step out of the mud took all our strength. We stopped and looked back, the air pure and cold, our breath coming in puffs of vapor. Our children were following us down the hill, bent over, little balls of life racing on the edge of danger.
Hiers turned to me with a smile and said, "It's a long way from Nam isn't it?"
by William Broyles
I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellow-men. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness. To death.
- John Fowles
Theodore Roosevelt wanted a war, and almost any war would do. In 1886, when he was a 27-year-old gentleman rancher in the Dakota Territory, he proposed raising some companies of horse riflemen out here in the event of trouble with Mexico. He wrote his friend Congressman Henry Cabot Lodge: Will you telegraph me at once if war becomes inevitable? In 1889, while agitating for military preparedness, he wrote British diplomat Cecil Spring-Rice: Frankly, I dont know if I should be sorry to see a bit of a spar with Germany; the burning of New York and a few other seacoast cities would be a good object lesson on the need of an adequate system of coastal defenses. Roosevelt loved hyperbole, but he was apparently serious. He wrote Spring-Rice, While we would have to take some awful blows at first, I think in the end we would worry the Kaiser a little. A few years later, in 1894, he wrote a family friend, Bob Ferguson, that he longed for a general national buccaneering expedition to drive the Spanish out of Cuba, the English out of Canada.
In my new book, The War Lovers, I tell this storyof Roosevelt, and of how we became involved in the Spanish-American Waras a way of understanding the ancient pull of the battlefield. I was, in part, trying to understand my own attitude on the Iraq War. As a NEWSWEEK journalist writing about that conflict (from a safe distance), I had initially been hawkish, then regretful as the costs mounted. The war may, in some muddled way, achieve some of its objectives, but it is clear that too many journalists, including me, caught at least a mild dose of war fever between 9/11 and the 2003 invasion of Iraq. I looked to the past to come to terms with those impulses.
Now were almost a decade into the Long War, as some call our engagement in Iraq and Afghanistan and the ongoing struggle with Islamic extremism. A kind of war weariness has set in. To most people the fighting seems far off and, in a way, easy to ignore. Not coincidentally, perhaps, a recent spate of books and movies has arrived seeking to make graphic and realistic the true experience of war, most notably the Oscar-winning film The Hurt Locker and War, the Sebastian Junger volume of war reportage we excerpted in the previous article. These are cautionary tales that seek to make us understand and remember. They may for a time dampen the age-old atavistic lust for war, though war fever, I believe, never really goes away. It is too fundamental to the male psyche.
Roosevelt was a true war lover. Whether he was trying to compensate for his beloved father, who bought a draft substitute in the Civil War, or because, as he often wrote, he feared that the Anglo-Saxon race was becoming overcivilized and weak, Roosevelt wanted to test himself in the crucible of battle. He got his wish on July 1, 1898, charging up Kettle and San Juan hills with his Rough Riders in Cuba. (Did I tell you that I killed a Spaniard with my own hand? Roosevelt exclaimed in a letter to Lodge.) That seemed to satisfy his war lust, for a time. As president, TR preferred to talk softly but carry a big stick. Still, in 1917, overweight and increasingly infirm at 58, the former president of the United States volunteered to raise a division to fight in France. (Not wanting to make Roosevelt a hero or a martyr, President Woodrow Wilson declined.)
Roosevelt was an extreme case. But how many men, over how many millennia, have wanted to know how they would do in combat? Would they be brave and fight? Or would they cringe and run? War has been, for almost all peoples and all times, the purest test of manhood. It is a thrilling addiction and a wretched cursea force that gives us meaning, as former New York Times war correspondent Chris Hedges has writtenand the ruination of peoples and nations.
Men and (now increasingly) women fight wars for all sorts of reasons, sometimes out of nobility or at least necessity. We think of the Good War, World War II, whose warriors are fast dying off now, honored in their passing. But before the Good War was the Great War, as it was known at the time. The outbreak of the First World War in August 1914 was greeted with something like euphoria by the young men who flocked to the colors. British schoolmates and teammates formed Pals Battalions, and sometimes advanced on German positions while passing a soccer ball. They were slaughtered. At the Battle of the Somme in 1916, roughly 20,000 British soldiers perished in a single day.
Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected, wrote Paul Fussell in The Great War and Modern Memory. The Somme affair, destined to be known as the Great F--k Up, was the largest engagement fought since the beginning of civilization. There have been larger and deadlier battles since, though, as war has become at once more modern and more primitive; the armed conflicts increasingly involved civilians, not just soldiers.
And yet, somehow, we forget. A collective amnesia afflicts young men who wish to live up to their fathers, and old men who missed war as young men. In the 1890s, not just Roosevelt but a good slice of his countrymen were possessed by a hunger for war. Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., later perhaps the greatest of U.S. Supreme Court justices, put on his Civil War uniform and lectured young Harvard students that war was divine, not to be missed. The U.S. president, William McKinley, who had seen the dead stacked up at Antietam as a Civil War soldier, tried to resist the rush to battle. But he was swept aside by hawks like Roosevelt and William Randolph Hearst, the newspaper publisher who would claim, with some exaggeration, that he personally caused the Spanish-American War with his sensationalist crusading.
It was a splendid little war, John Hay, the U.S. ambassador to Britain, wrote Roosevelt in August 1898. The Americans had driven the Spanish from Cuba. But another, unexpected conflict was just starting in the Philippines, halfway around the world. The U.S. Navy had defeated a Spanish fleet at Manila Bay, and now the Americans were unintentional occupiers of a country that President McKinley said he could barely find on a map. The fighting in the Philippines dragged on for four more years and cost 4,000 men, roughly the same number we have lost so far in Iraq. There were atrocities on both sides in the long-forgotten counterinsurgency against the Filipinos, and for the first time Americans used an interrogation method called waterboarding.
My own appreciation of war, while particular to my generation, is an uncomfortably familiar history lesson in war and remembranceor forgetting. I graduated from college in 1973, too late for Vietnam and in any case shielded by a high number in the national draft lottery. I was, like almost all my peers, opposed to the war and glad to miss it. Yet as time went on I felt increasingly uneasy about the realization that my type had been able largely to avoid the war, while less well-educated and poorer young men were drafted and killed. (In Memorial Church at Harvard, one can read the names of 234 students and faculty who died fighting in World War II, which cost 405,399 American lives, and 22 who perished in Vietnam, where 59,000 Americans died.)
For a long time, it seemed, we wanted to forget about Vietnam, to turn away from its cost and futility. But watching the movie Forrest Gump in 1994, I had a flash of recognition. The unlikely hero was Gump, unself-conscious in his Army dress uniform with combat medals at a peace rally on the Washington Mall. The villains were the scruffy antiwar protesters (Gump got the girl). It was apparent to me that the national mood was changing; Hollywood certainly could sense it. We were over Vietnamand ready for the next war.
The Gulf War of 1991 was, curiously, not sufficiently bloody to be gloriousfought and won in less than 100 hours at the cost of fewer than 300 Americans (half of those the result of noncombat accidents). It was quickly overlooked. As the 1990s went on, there was a feeling that we hadnt finished the job of getting rid of Saddam HusseinI know I felt it. But since 9/11, with the prolonged wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, weve now had our fill of fighting. Were back to the phase where movies and memoirs capture wars darker side. War should not be mythologized, but it should be remembered. It is well that war is so terrible, Gen. Robert E. Lee once observed, lest we grow too fond of it.
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Re: A Code for Life
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here is another great book, which i highly recommend.
it has been some time since i read this, but the information within was essential to me.
it really gave me good insight into myself and others. The Territorial Imperative A Personal Inquiry Into the Animal Origins of Property and Nations
In this book, Robert Ardrey writes about the natural tendency for people to be territorial, to need their personal space, their own home, their own territory.
Educated as an anthropologist, a playwright by profession, Robert Ardrey returned to the field in 1955 with a visit in Africa to view old bones. Out of his reawakening came "African Genesis
", a book about evolution.
In "The Territorial Imperative
" he climbs farther out on a limb to present territory as a fundamental aspect of man's nature along with the will to survive and the sexual impulse.
In this book Ardrey attributes many historical events and international problems, such as modem warfare and the difficulties of emerging nations, to mans inability to assess and to control his territorial instincts.
The author aims to exhibit and explain mans animal nature and the influence of instinct on our daily decisions.
In this respect the subtitle of the book was well chosen, since it is truly a personal inquiry.
"We act as we do for reasons of our evolutionary past,
not our cultural present."
~ Robert Ardrey
sum the book up in this one sentence, and although i do not necessarily agree with everything the author writes, the book is still worth reading and referencing.