Wouldn't be who I am without my Papà...
St Paul’s is pretty.
Stumbled upon Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835 – 1910), better known by his pen name Mark Twain, an American author and humorist. He wrote The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885), the latter often called “The Great American Novel”. Nice one wikipedia! 😉
Anyways, he said some great stuff. Here are his top 10 quotes carefully ranked in a…
nine twice? why not.
…absolutely random order actually.
– a page from scrapbook, Ancona summer 2011
Waiter: What can I get you young lady?
Young lady: Er…a salad of thoughts please.
Waiter: Kittens, why are they cute? What is cute? Beauty is personal? Feeling ‘correct?’ Culture, culture? good culture? bad culture? Disappointment and dependence. Solitude, observation and contempt vs respect. Guilt and distant ’empathy’ felt for the other by the privileged. Sleep and success. ‘deviant’ behaviour, outsiders and social problems. ….Suicide. Jealousy, suppression and desire. Crisis and life’s triggers. Bang BANG! Family and self improvement. Friends and misguidance. Contrast of perfection and realism, to self love? peer love? romantic love?.. #rupaul. Labels and definitions as shortcuts and stereotypes. Tools to understand. Eye contact and listening vs self indulgent expression. Love and freedom?
Waiter: Er.. can I get you anything else, young lady?
Young lady: Yes, please take the salad away and bring me bacon.
Waiter: But you always have bacon?
Young lady: exactly. Bacon makes everything better.
Thinking can feel like a waste of time and is often undermined…. but thinking can’t be a waste of time when applied as a process to achieve a thoughtful end.
er Hello society…
We are prisoners… unhappy discovering the stress and pressure you burden us with.
Many carry your wounds and never lick them.
It’s dishonest to blame you, society. You, are the scapegoat; the real culprit is us. We are society. Thus we are our own prisoners…
The stories and ideals rooted in society are not spontaneous, they are what we tell ourselves….
How beautifully dark that we do not realise the harm of the stories we tell, despite our authorship?
No wonder self love is scarce and unthinkable to most. We are in the Dark. Blind leading the blind.
We could challenge the stories? analyse them…
..or continue to live the “easy” life where the same stories persist?
your life? or the easy life…
Women have body hair and it’s OK to wear it! Why have I never been told this story?