If there's a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and
"Don't panic! He definitely wouldn't
know we're hiding here!" Mr. Zhou was
like a fortune teller because Bai Qiulin
was heard stepping into the bedroom and
stopped before the dresser. Ma Tian's face
blanched, and he held his breath from
fear of being discovered.
"Don't be scared, Now is not the worst
situation. At least there are
On Globalization
What a beautiful trend is globalization
If it means progress for every nation
If it entails discarding inequity
And enhancing a balance of quality
But, unfortunately, there’s ugly egotism
Fuelled and nurtured by ethnocentrism
Where human beings forget their main call
And instead want to rise where others fall
On one hand affluence – inexcusable greed
On the other starvation – devastating need
Rich says to poor: “Open up! Let me in!”
And by doing that, guess who’s the only one to win?
Very few wonder how this imbalance started
Very few think back on how wealth once was parted
No need to look back – the future’s at stake
Globalization can become anything we make:
An even wider gap through borderless rape
Or a beautiful village in honourable shape
A rat’s nest of division and infinite hate
Or a unified world before it’s too late…
Bu fermuarlı kotları çıkarmak umrumda değil. Ve kemiklerimiz nerede gömülecek bilenimiz yok. Bence toz olacaklar, unutulacaklar ve yer altında kalacaklar.
(And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues. And we don't know. Just where our bones will rest. To dust I guess. Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below.)
Steer your people with the rudder of justice,
and forge your tongue on the anvil of truth.
You know that even a trivial word can carry great influence,
if it leaps like a spark from your mouth.
Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires, once necessary to survival, are a constant source of failure. Physical courage and the love of battle, for instance, are no great help—may even be hindrances—to a civilised man. And in a state of physical balance and security, power, intellectual as well as physical, would be out of place. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence, no danger from wild beasts, no wasting disease to require strength of constitution, no need of toil. For such a life, what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the strong, are indeed no longer weak. Better equipped indeed they are, for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet.
"You could have stayed behind with me-"
"They would have killed us both. I couldn't
even tell how many of them there were, not with
the hellmist. Even I can't fight off a hundred
Forsaken. "
"And yet," Simon said, "I bet it pains you to
admit that."
2/5 Stars (%33/100)
It was bad to okay-ish for me. I was searching for sources about Post-Jungianism but this was not for me. The book almost solely focuses on "intuition" and barely talks about other theories. Also, the excessive use of German words and quotations made it even more difficult to follow. There were some parts that were kind of useful to me but other than that, this book was definitely not for me. Other than that, I don't think it's a good source for people who study Jung or are interested in Jungian psychology. Thanks but no thanks.
Even writing books that don't get published in Russia because they are off-message doesn't have much impact. They are read only by people living abroad.
By the way: at this writing, Anna Politkovskaya's A Russian Diary isn't being published in Russia.
An illegitimate government spawns lawless soldiers. The knot has already been pulled so tight that it is difficult to imagine how it can be undone, even if at some magic moment enlightenment should come to those with power in their hands, and perhaps even a flicker of responsibility in their minds.
The reality – not the politicians’ virtual reality – is that there is a total absence of even elementary control of the country, and an equally total absence of security for people who have nowhere to run to, and are forced to survive by fair means or foul.
but i never felt scared of you, not even once. from the first time i met you.
actually, i always felt that you are hurt, much more than me— that your spirit is wounded.