A worker reads history
Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in, The drowning men still bellowed for their
slaves.
— Bertolt Brecht
Labor is prior to, and independent of,
capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have
existed if Labor had not first existed. Labor is superior to capital,
and deserves much the higher consideration.
— Abraham Lincoln
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1 September 2008

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Integrity, one way or t’other
«Il faut vivre comme on pense, sinon tôt ou tard on finit par
penser comme on a vécu.»
‘It is necessary to live according to one’s thoughts;
if not, we end up thinking the way we have lived.’
— Paul Bourget, born this day in 1852
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2 September 2008

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How to give a math test to an elephant
You can try this right in your own home. All you need is two
buckets and 13 apples.
- Put two buckets in front of him, so he can see the outside but
not the inside.
- Drop 3 apples into the left bucket, then 4 more.
- Drop 5 apples into the right bucket, then 1 more.
- Allow the elephant to choose one bucket or the other.
It seems the elephant gets this one right a high percentage of the
time.
New Scientist
article on the research of
Naoko Irie, presented this summer to the
International Society for Behavioral Ecology annual meeting.
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3 September 2008

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Irrational fears and their antidote
“If as a citizen you would like to form well-considered views on a
culturally divisive risk issue — for example, global warming, or gun
control — find a knowledgeable person who shares your general cultural
outlook but who disagrees with you. You are like to give this
person’s arguments a sympathetic hearing, which will help offset the
natural disposition we all have to dismiss as unreliable and biased the
arguments of persons whose basic outlooks are different from our own.”
— Dan
Kahan
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4 September 2008

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Morning Prayers
I have missed the guardian spirit
of the Sangre de Cristos
those mountains
against which I destroyed myself
every morning I was sick
with loving and fighting
in those small years.
In that season I looked up
to a blue conception of faith
a notion of the sacred in
the elegant border of cedar trees
becoming mountain and sky.
This is how we were born into the world:
Sky fell in love with earth, wore turquoise,
cantered in on a black horse.
Earth dressed herself fragrantly,
with regard for the aesthetics of holy romance.
Their love decorated the mountains with sunrise,
weaved valleys delicate with the edging of sunset.
This morning I look toward the east
and I am lonely for those mountains
though I’ve said good-bye to the girl
with her urgent prayers for redemption.
I used to believe in a vision
that would save the people
carry us all to the top of the mountain
during the flood
of human destruction.
I know nothing anymore
as I place my feet into the next world
except this:
the nothingness
is vast and stunning,
brims with details
of steaming, dark coffee
ashes of campfires
the bells on yaks or sheep
sirens careening through a deluge
of humans
or the dead carried through fire,
through the mist of baking sweet
bread and breathing.
This is how we will leave this world:
on horses of sunrise and sunset
from the shadow of the mountains
who witnessed every battle
every small struggle.
~ Joy Harjo ~
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5 September 2008

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Spore
The project of evolutionary biology is to understand the development
of life based on the simple principles of random variation and natural
selection. Only in the last 12 years has some small segment of the
scientific community focused on the question of
evolvability -
the realization that special rules are required in order for evolution
to work at all. One big requirement: the way in which genetic
changes translate into changes in the organism’s metabolism
(‘phenotype’) must have a special character.
Meanwhile, the community of
Artificial Life scientists have been trying to create something like
biological evolution inside a computer. Their program is to create
systems of evolutionary rules that lead to an open-ended progression of
ever more complex structures, in ever more intricate relationships.
This project has proven to be more difficult than pioneers in the field
20 years ago had anticipated. There are lots of computer-based
evolutionary systems. There are whole ecosystems realized as
computer programs. But the results all seem trivial and
disappointing compared to the rich variety of unexpected phenomena that
we find in even the simplest biological systems.
This weekend, Electronic Arts is
releasing its own toy ecosystem, a computer-based evolution program for
popular entertainment. Unconstrained by the rigors of science, the
programers of this game didn’t mind putting the rabbit in the hat, to
make sure evolution has a fighting chance.
NYTimes Entertainment Review and
Another,
more scientific.
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6 September 2008

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Be out of character
Sabbaths are traditionally times for ritual, relaxation and
low-stress pursuit of well-worn paths. Familiarity is restful.
Sometimes a change is as good as a rest. Once a week, I like to
do something really different. Not merely doing something new, but
doing something that is out of character. Not just doing out of
character, but being someone other than who I usually am.
The fear arises immediately that this must violate my deep
principles. Hogwash. There are lots of other personalities,
other modes of being and thinking and experiencing that are fully
compatible with all that I believe in, yet are shockingly new and fresh.
Why be comfortable?
— Josh Mitteldorf
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7 September 2008

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Prayer
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making of their unison (turning, reinfolding,
entering and exiting their own unison in unison) making of themselves a
visual current, one that cannot freight or sway by
minutest fractions the water’s downdrafts and upswirls, the
dockside cycles of finally-arriving boat-wakes, there where
they hit deeper resistance, water that seems to burst into
itself (it has those layers) a real current though mostly
invisible sending into the visible (minnows) arrowing
motion that forces change—
this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets
what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing
is to be pure. What you get is to be changed. More and more by
each glistening minute, through which infinity threads itself,
also oblivion, of course, the aftershocks of something
at sea. Here, hands full of sand, letting it sift through
in the wind, I look in and say take this, this is
what I have saved, take this, hurry. And if I listen
now? Listen, I was not saying anything. It was only
something I did. I could not choose words. I am free to go.
I cannot of course come back. Not to this. Never.
It is a ghost posed on my lips. Here: never.
— Jorie
Graham
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8 September 2008

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Rachmaninoff’s Psychiatrist
I’m listening to Rachmaninoff’s
Piano Concerto No. 2,
which he dedicated to Dr. Dahl,
the psychiatrist who guided him
through the straits of fever,
not long after Sergei had heard
his own first symphony played.
Horrified by its many defects which seemed a sewage of noise,
he had fled the hall, ashamed,
a quagmire of self-doubt.
We cannot know all the sounds
Dahl and he exchanged,
but rubbing one word against another,
Dahl gradually restored
Sergei’s confidence. History tells
that Dahl used affirmations
and auto-suggestion:
“You will compose again.”
“You will write a piano concerto.”
You will write with great facility.”
Repeated until the words saturated
his gift from head to fingers.
In truth, nothing can kill a gift,
but it may become anemic
from great shock or stress –
a sprain of the emotions will do,
or a traffic accident of the heart,
or a failure dire as a clanging bell.
For two years, Dahl worked
on Sergei’s shattered will.
At last he collected up his senses
in a burst of blood fury
and composed his triumphant
2nd Piano Concerto,
full of tenderness and yearning,
beguiling melodies, raging passion,
and long sensuous preludes
to explosive climaxes,
frenzy followed by strains
of mysticism and trance.
Loaded with starry melodies,
it was a map of his sensi ility,
and a wilderness rarely known
– the intense life of an artist
seen in miniature, with rapture expressed
as all-embracing sound.
Will you tell me if you know,
how Dahl might have received such a gift? I cannot imagine it.
With hugs and shared enthusiasm? With an austere thank you?
In his private moments, did he weep
at the privilege allowed him?
For a time he held the exposed heart
of a great artist, cupped his hands
around it like a flame, blew gently,
patiently, until it flared again.
For that, he earned the blessings of history, and soothed millions
of hungry souls he would never meet.
Listening to Rachmaninoff’s
concerto today, intoxicated by its fever,
I want to kiss the hands of Dahl,
but he is beyond my touch or game.
Allow me to thank you in his name.
— Diane Ackerman
(In case you haven’t heard it lately, you can listen to this concerto
at my favorite
free
classical music site, where 5+ sumptuous versions are available.
I recommend the last one, by Yuri Rozum.)
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9 September 2008


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The wise person acts without effort and teaches by quiet example.
He accepts things as they come, creates without possessing, nourishes
without demanding, accomplishes without taking credit.
Because he constantly forgets himself, he is never forgotten.
— Lao Tsze, tr Brian Walker
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10 September 2008

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Falling off the wagon of empiricism
“Beware of the idols of the mind, the fallacies into which
undisciplined thinkers most easily fall. They are the real distorting
prisms of human nature. Among them, idols of the tribe assume more order
than exists in chaotic nature.”
–
Francis Bacon
“A few observation and much reasoning lead to error;
many observations and a little reasoning to truth.”
–
Alexis Carrel
Bacon hedged his empiricism with an absolute faith in Biblical
revelation. Carrel grew cell cultures
in a test-tube continuously for 34 years, fudging the data to deceive
himself and the scientific world into believing that individual cells don’t suffer aging.
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11 September 2008

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The Rose of Flame
OH, fair immaculate rose of the world, rose of my dream, my Rose!
Beyond the ultimate gates of dream I have heard thy mystical call:
It is where the rainbow of hope suspends and the river of rapture flows—
And the cool sweet dews from the wells of peace for ever fall.
And all my heart is aflame because of the rapture and peace,
And I dream, in my waking dreams and deep in the dreams of sleep,
Till the high sweet wonderful call that shall be the call of release
Shall ring in my ears as I sink from gulf to gulf and from deep to deep—
Sink deep, sink deep beyond the ultimate dreams of all desire—
Beyond the uttermost limit of all that the craving spirit knows:
Then, then, oh then I shall be as the inner flame of thy fire,
O fair immaculate rose of the world, Rose of my dream, my Rose!
—
William Sharp, born this day in 1856
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12 September 2008

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If your children think they’re smarter than you are, maybe it’s because...
Average IQ scores are rising at about 3 points per
decade. People 100 years ago scored 30 points lower compared to
people taking the same tests today, and the progress continues.
‘Attempted explanations have included improved nutrition, a trend
towards smaller families, better education, greater environmental
complexity, and
heterosis. Another proposition is greater familiarity with
multiple-choice questions and experience with brain-teaser IQ
problems.’ [Wikipedia
article: the Flynn Effect]
(Heterosis is another name for ‘hybrid vigor’, and refers to
the idea that the world’s populations are mixing and cross-breeding,
resulting in new combinations of genes which usually produce advantages
over inbred populations.)
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13 September 2008

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The be-all and end-all of epistemology
We live in an age of empiricism. A criterion for evaluating
truth that we inherited from the scientific community has become the
secular religion of our age. We regard the beliefs of many earlier
societies as silly superstition, and we disdain literal, fundamentalist
dogma, whether in primitive societies or among less-educated segments of
our own.
Is this Enlightenment a final stage in the maturation of human
intelligence, or might it be that future historians also come to see
our culture as primitive and distorted in its notion of reality? Certainly, we can expect that science of the future will so far
overtake us that specific theories of our era will
be regarded as quaint. But might our descendants also outgrow the
methodology of science, altogether or in part? Will they come to
say of us, “There were truths in their hearts, hiding in plain sight,
and they never paid them heed because they focused so much of their
attention outside themselves.” ?
— Josh Mitteldorf
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14 September 2008

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«L’attachement ou l’indifférence que les philosophes avaient pour la
vie n’était qu’un goût de leur amour-propre, dont on ne doit non plus
disputer que du goût de la langue ou du choix des couleurs.»
‘Whether a philosopher finds life to be worthwhile or empty reflects
the bent of his ego* rather than his thinking, for this cannot be
subjected to reason any more than the preferences of his tongue or his choice of
colors.’
—
François Duc de la Rochefoucauld, born this day in 1613
* Literally, ‘self-love’, the term amour-propre has been
translated as ‘self-esteem’, but our modern idea of self-esteem as
confidence that empowers was unknown in the 17th century.
Rochefoucauld’s use of the term would have suggested a conceit.
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15 September 2008

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How little we really know
“I am a skeptic. I accept only what I am forced to accept by
reasonably reliable evidence and keep that acceptance tentative, pending
the arrival of further evidence. That doesn’t make us popular.
...
“Where is the world in which people don’t prefer a comfortable, warm and
well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly winds of
uncertainty.”
— Golan Trevize,
brought to life by
Isaac Asimov
in Foundation
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16 September 2008

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On fire with the force that made the stars
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief
that I am the absolute center of the universe; the realest, most vivid
and important person in existence. We rarely think about this sort of
natural, basic self-centeredness because it’s so socially repulsive. But
it’s pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting,
hard-wired into our boards at birth...The world as you experience it is
there in front of you or behind you, to the left or
right of you, on your TV...Other people’s thoughts and
feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so
immediate, urgent, real...
It is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of
getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may
be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have
come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching
you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious
idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some
control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware
enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you
construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this
kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed...
And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your
liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going
through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead,
unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of
being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out...
If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are
operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t
consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you
really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other
options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded,
hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but
sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love,
fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down...
There is actually no such thing as atheism...Everybody worships. The
only choice we get is what to worship...
— David Foster
Wallace, 1962-2008
(excerpted from his
2005
commencement address at Kenyon College)
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17 September 2008

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Engagement
“You commit a sin of omission if you do
not utilize all the power that is within you. All men have claims on
man, and to the man with special talents, this is a very special claim.
It is required that a man take part in the actions and clashes of his
time that the peril of being judged not to have lived at all.”
–
Oliver Wendell Holmes,
Jr
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18 September 2008

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My book is an open life
I’ve been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn’t
I was never sure how I would get there
I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch
I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love
No longer do I hunt for targets
I’ve climbed all the summits I need to
and I’ve eaten my share of lotus
Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice
I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life
I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I’d rather be blithe than correct
Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~
James Broughton,
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19 September 2008

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Knock on a million doors
The reason early humans first began organizing into groups was to
raid neighbor groups’ food stores, and to resist such raids from other
groups. Ever since that time, leaders have been promoting warfare for
their own aggrandizement, and it has fallen to the people to
resist the call to war.
In more recent history, leaders have also used war as an excuse to
quell political dissent, to justify extraordinary central powers, and to
cloak their various misdeeds in secrecy.
Peace has been a multi-millennium effort of resistance by ordinary
citizens. We are winning. The world is far less violent and
more democratic than it was just 20 years ago, and immeasurable more
peaceful than it was during the 19th and 20th centuries.
Read the evidence.
This time, we see through the government’s transparent propaganda campaign
to scare us into war. Today, neighbors are sharing their knowledge
with other neighbors, consolidating our stories and our resolve.
We are
knocking on a million doors, discussing the false threats that have
been used to justify war, and organizing from the ground up to assert
our democratic right to peace.
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20 September 2008




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Take big risks. You have much more to gain than
to lose.
The situations that come back to bite us are those we imagine are
safe, the risks that we assume unawarely. The things that scare us
should be the least of our worries. — Josh Mitteldorf |
21 September 2008

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Hobgoblin of little minds
There is great value in a daily saddhana, a practice that steadies
your life like an anchor, no matter whether you are joyous or glum, a
strict discipline for days when you relish it and days when you dread
it.
There is great value in blowing off your discipline on occasion,
following an impulse toward something wildly uncharacteristic,
profligate, irresponsible.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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22 September 2008

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Call to revolution
“We have today the technical and material resources to meet man’s
animal needs. We have not developed the cultural and moral resources or
the democratic forms of social organization that make possible the
humane and rational use of our material wealth and power. Conceivably,
the classical liberal ideals as expressed and developed in their
libertarian-socialist form are achievable. But if so, only by a popular
revolutionary movement, rooted in wide strata of the population and
committed to the elimination of repressive and authoritarian
institutions, state and private. To create such a movement is a
challenge we face and must meet if there is to be an escape from
contemporary barbarism.”
— Noam Chomsky
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23 September 2008

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Who Shall Doubt
consciousness
in itself
of itself carrying
‘the principle
of the actual’ being
actual
itself ((but maybe this is a love
poem
Mary) ) nevertheless
neither
the power
of the self nor the racing
car nor the lilly
is sweet but this
—
George Oppen
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24 September 2008

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From ‘deeply connected’ to ‘structurally inseparable’
Feeling excluded and isolated is my chronic emotional issue. To
uproot this pattern, I have used a mantra, incorporated into my
meditation over many years:
“I am whole, and full in myself, and deeply connected to others.”
It has served me long and consistently, but most especially at times when
I’ve played the role of the spurned lover.
It occurs to me this morning that as a statement of the human
condition, this mantra is a big step up from the posture of lonely
victim to which I am disposed; and yet it goes only part of the way from
there toward a radical truth.
Today I am searching for images that convey essential inseparability.
The model with which I am working is individual minds as different modes of
vibration on a violin string. The truth is that there is no meaning to
‘me’ apart from ‘you’. Our separateness exists in the realm of
mathematical abstraction, in which one may speak of fundamentals
and overtones, of nodes and partials; but the larger truth is that there is but one string.
Tomorrow I will have a new mantra.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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25 September 2008

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Mon joug
On m’appelle abeille butineuse, quoique
Mon travail ne soit que de voler, recueillant de l’ambroisie.
Attention de garder légères les corbeilles.
Worker bee I am called,
Though my job is but to fly and sip sweet nectar.
My one craft: to keep my pollen sacs light.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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26 September 2008

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Exuberance
Listen to
Scherzo from the Brahms Horn Trio,
performed by Daniel Phillips, Richard Goode and William Purvis
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27 September 2008

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“I’ve always never loved anything more than sitting quietly in a room
by myself, imagining things,”
–
Jhumpa Lahiri
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28 September 2008

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For the artist at the start of day
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A Morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence.
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger.
— John O’Donohue
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29 September 2008

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A cleric who did not bow to authority
“May slavery be banished forever together with the
distinction between castes, all remaining equal, so Americans may only
be distinguished by vice or virtue... In the new laws, may torture be
ended once and forever.”
“Que la esclavitud se proscriba para siempre y
lo mismo la distinción de castas, quedando todos iguales, y sólo
distinguirá a un americano de otro el vicio y la virtud…Que en la nueva
legislación no se admita la tortura.”
— Jose Maria Morelos y Pavón,
born this day in 1765, was a Mexican Roman Catholic priest and
revolutionary rebel leader who led the Mexican War of Independence
movement, assuming its leadership after the execution of Miguel Hidalgo
y Costilla in 1811.
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30 September 2008

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