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?
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How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, I wish I had time. Time for what? Time to work in the Church, to serve in our communities and time to improve our minds. Think again of these twenty-four hours that are given to us.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no read more
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.
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, read more
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.
People see the world not as it is, but as they are.
People see the world not as it is, but as they are.
We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.
We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.
I cannot afford to waste my time making money.
I cannot afford to waste my time making money.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more
One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.
