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Something beautiful I read today, Charlie Chaplin's speech on his 70th Birthday:

AS I BEGAN TO LOVE MYSELF


As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering

are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.

Today, I know, this is "AUTHENTICITY".


As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody

as I try to force my desires on this person,

even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it,

and even though this person was me.

Today I call it "RESPECT".


As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,

and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.

Today I call it "Maturity".


As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,

I am in the right place at the right time,

and everything happens at the exactly right moment.

So I could be calm.

Today I call it "SELF-CONFIDENCE".


As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,

and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.

Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness,

things I love to do and that make my heart cheer,

and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm.

Today I call it "SIMPLICITY".


As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything

that is no good for my health - food, people, things, situations,

and everything the drew me down and away from myself.

At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism.

Today I know it is "LOVE OF ONESELF".


As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right,

and ever since I was wrong less of the time.

Today I discovered that is "MODESTY".


As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past

and worry about the future.

Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING is happening.

Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it "FULFILLMENT".


As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me

and it can make me sick.

But As I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally.

Today I call this connection "WISDOM OF THE HEART".


We no longer need to fear arguments,

confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others.

Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.

Today I know THAT IS "LIFE"!

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tseuq
 
Philosophy must at all costs be idealistic; indeed, it must be so merely to be honest. For nothing is more certain than that no one ever came out of himself in order to identify himself immediately with things different from him; but everything of which he has certain, sure, and therefore immediate knowledge, lies within his consciousness. Beyond this consciousness, therefore, there can be no immediate certainty ... There can never be an existence that is objective absolutely and in itself; such an existence, indeed, is positively inconceivable. For the objective, as such, always and essentially has its existence in the consciousness of a subject; it is therefore the subject's representation, and consequently is conditioned by the subject, and moreover by the subject's forms of representation, which belong to the subject and not to the object.

— The World as Will and Representation, Vol. II, Ch. 1
 
We perceive, on reflection, that to be real, or even barely to exist, must be to fall within sentience ... . Find any piece of existence, take up anything that any one could possibly call a fact, or could in any sense assert to have being, and then judge if it does not consist in sentient experience. Try to discover any sense in which you can still continue to speak of it, when all perception and feeling have been removed; or point out any fragment of its matter, any aspect of its being, which is not derived from and is not still relative to this source. When the experiment is made strictly, I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.

F.H. Bradley
 
And he cried out to them:

Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,
How often have you sailed in my dreams, And now you
come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails
full set awaits the wind. Only another breath will
I breath in this still air, only another loving look cast backward.

k.G
 
Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after a while the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibers waving slow as the motion of sleep. They dont touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones. And maybe when He says Rise the eyes will come floating up too, out of the deep quiet and the sleep, to look on glory. And after a while the flat irons would come floating up. I hid them under the end of the bridge and went back and leaned on the rail.

I could not see the bottom, but I could see a long way into the motion of the water before the eye gave out, and then I saw a shadow hanging like a fat arrow stemming into the current. Mayflies skimmed in and out of the shadow of the bridge just above the surface. If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut. The fading vortex drifted away down stream and then I saw the arrow again, nose into the current, wavering delicately to the motion of the water above which the May flies slanted and poised. Only you and me then amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame

The trout hung, delicate and motionless among the wavering shadows. Three boys with fishing poles came onto the bridge and we leaned on the rail and looked down at the trout. They knew the fish. He was a neighborhood character.

"They've been trying to catch that trout for twenty-five years. There's a store in Boston offers a twenty-five dollar fishing rod to anybody that can catch him."
"Why dont you all catch him, then? Wouldn't you like to have a twenty-five dollar fishing rod?"
"Yes," they said. They leaned on the rail, looking down at the trout. "I sure would," one said.
"I wouldn't take the rod," the second said. "I'd take the money instead."
"Maybe they wouldn't do that," the first said. "I bet he'd make you take the rod."
"Then I'd sell it."
"You couldn't get twenty-five dollars for it."
"I'd take what I could get, then. I can catch just as many fish with this pole as I could with a twenty-five dollar one."
Then they talked about what they would do with twenty-five dollars. They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.
"I'd buy a horse and wagon,"the second said.
"I would. I know where I can buy one for twenty-five dollars. I know the man."
"Who is it?"
"That's all right who it is. I can buy it for twenty-five dollars."
"Yah," the others said. "He dont know any such thing. He's just talking."
"Do you think so?" the boy said.

They continued to jeer at him, but he said nothing more. He leaned on the rail, looking down at the trout which he had already spent, and suddenly the acrimony, the conflict, was gone from their voices, as if to them too it was as though he had captured the fish and bought his horse and wagon, they too partaking of that adult trait of being convinced of anything by an assumption of silent superiority. I suppose that people, using themselves and eachother so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue, and for a while I could feel the other two seeking swiftly for some means by which to cope with him, to rob him of his horse and wagon.
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The Flourished Innocence .

Sudden projection of gusto
In the playful wheel of time
Surpasses all written rimes .

The herald from Unconscious ,
Teases to beauty's mirth ,
The dream of Heaven sprouts in the Earth .

Toil and venture of emancipated liberty ,
Spindles into the focal point of nowhere ,
Escaped we in land of ecstasy there .

-Subrata
 
Israelmore Ayivor said:
The most difficult step ever is the first step. It comes with doubts, uncertainties, and all sort of fears. If you defy all odds and take it, your confidence will replicate very fast and you'll become a master!
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in context to asking how to meet like minded people the great and wise Sunnyside replied:

Sunnyside said:
"The more relationships you have, the higher the odds"
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I hope I can successfully apply that to my life :)
 
“When we see a rose, we immediately say, rose. We do not say, I see a roundish mass of delicately shaded reds and pinks. We immediately pass from the actual experience to the concept.

We cannot help living to a very large extent in terms of concepts. We have to do so, because immediate experience is so chaotic and so immensely rich that in mere self-preservation we have to use the machinery of language to sort out what is of utility for us, what in any given context is of importance, and at the same time to try to understand — because it is only in terms of language that we can understand what is happening. We make generalizations and we go into higher and higher degrees of abstraction, which permit us to comprehend what we are up to, which we certainly would not if we did not have language. And in this way language is an immense boon, which we could not possibly do without. But language has its limitations and its traps.” ~Aldous Huxley
 
“To understand everything is to forgive everything.”

“To live a pure unselfish life, one must count nothing as one’s own in the midst of abundance.”

“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself.”

"The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.”

“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.”


"When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.”


18. The virtuous man is happy in this world, and he is happy in the
next; he is happy in both. He is happy when he thinks of the good he
has done; he is still more happy when going on the good path.

19. The thoughtless man, even if he can recite a large portion (of the
law), but is not a doer of it, has no share in the priesthood, but is
like a cowherd counting the cows of others.

20. The follower of the law, even if he can recite only a small
portion (of the law), but, having forsaken passion and hatred and
foolishness, possesses true knowledge and serenity of mind, he, caring
for nothing in this world or that to come, has indeed a share in the
priesthood.

125. If a man offend a harmless, pure, and innocent person, the evil
falls back upon that fool, like light dust thrown up against the wind.

181. Even the gods envy those who are awakened and not forgetful, who
are given to meditation, who are wise, and who delight in the repose
of retirement (from the world).

333. Pleasant is virtue lasting to old age, pleasant is a faith firmly
rooted; pleasant is attainment of intelligence, pleasant is avoiding
of sins.

402. Him I call indeed a Brahmana who, even here, knows the end of his
suffering, has put down his burden, and is unshackled.

403. Him I call indeed a Brahmana whose knowledge is deep, who
possesses wisdom, who knows the right way and the wrong, and has
attained the highest end.

Him I call indeed a Brahmana who has no interests, and when he
has understood (the truth), does not say How, how? and who has reached
the depth of the Immortal.

420. Him I call indeed a Brahmana whose path the gods do not know, nor
spirits (Gandharvas), nor men, whose passions are extinct, and who is
an Arhat (venerable).

— Buddha
 
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