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Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more
Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
Anything that is wasted effort represents wasted time. The best management of our time thus becomes linked inseparably with the read more
Anything that is wasted effort represents wasted time. The best management of our time thus becomes linked inseparably with the best utilization of our efforts.
Doing a thing well is often a waste of time.
Doing a thing well is often a waste of time.
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human read more
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human life becomes a paradise; the light, the grace, the power, the perfections of that which is highest in your inner consciousness, appear in your everyday life.
Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve
Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
It appears I am destined for something; I will live.
It appears I am destined for something; I will live.
I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine
I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
