“Strength must build up, not destroy. It should outdo itself, not others who are weaker. Used without responsibility, it causes nothing but harm and death. I can lift the heaviest weights, but I can not take the responsibility off my shoulders. Because the way we use our strength defines our fate. What traces will I leave on my path into the future? Do we really have to kill in order to live? My true strength lies in not seeing weakness as weakness. My strength needs no victims. My strength is my compassion.” WayNeedsShouldI CanUseUsedLyingOrderCausesResponsibilityCompassionPathFateSeeingWeaknessWeightVictimHarmShouldersLiftsCan NotTrue Strength Author:Patrik Baboumian
“The truly awesome intellectuals in our history have not merely made discoveries; they have woven variegated, but firm, tapestries of comprehensive coverage. The tapestries have various fates: Most burn or unravel in the footsteps of time and the fires of later discovery. But their glory lies in their integrity as unified structures of great complexity and broad implication.” MadeLyingFireFateIntegrityGloryDiscoveryStructureVariousFirmComplexityBroadsComprehensiveImplicationsFootstepsCoverageWovenUnifiedTapestry Book:Eight little piggies: reflections in natural history Source: Eight little piggies: reflections in natural history
“The daimonic refers to the power of nature rather than the superego, and is beyond good and evil. Nor is it man's 'recall to himself' as Heidegger and later Fromm have argued, for its source lies in those realms where the self is rooted in natural forces which go beyond the self and are felt as the grasp of fate upon us. The daimonic arises from the ground of being rather than the self as such.” MenSelfLyingEvilForceFeltNaturalFateSourceAriseRealmsGood And EvilRootedRecallsHeideggerPower Of NatureBeyond Good And EvilFrommSuperego Book:Love and will Source: Love and will
“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.” PeopleFirstsHeartEyeLyingHatePassionLanguageVoiceGriefSecretBrainFatePoetWindSourcePrideAmbitionSpringDeeperVainHis EyesMelodyDisguiseListenersStrainPenetrateHarpsTouchstonesTalismans Book:The Poems Source: The Poems