April 19, 2011 at 10:56 am
Humans are born, they live, then they die, this is the order that the gods have decreed. But until the end comes, enjoy your life, spend it in happiness, not despair. Savor your food, make each of your days a delight, bathe and anoint yourself, wear bright clothes that are sparkling clean, let music and […]
April 14, 2011 at 12:55 pm
The newest song which the singers have, they will be afraid that he may be praising, not new songs, but a new kind of song; and this ought not to be praised, or conceived to be the meaning of the poet; for any musical innovation is full of danger to the whole State, and ought […]
April 13, 2011 at 12:15 pm
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know. – Shakespeare, Twelfth Night (II, iii, 44-45)
April 12, 2011 at 12:15 pm
Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My Maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things Were made, and I endure eternally. Abandon […]
April 11, 2011 at 12:15 pm
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And […]
April 8, 2011 at 12:14 pm
It’s an important point to realize that the genetic programming of our lives is not fully deterministic. It is statistical — it is in any animal merely statistical — not deterministic. Even if you are in some sense a determinist — and philosophically speaking many of us may be — that doesn’t mean we have […]
April 1, 2011 at 11:13 am
Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
March 31, 2011 at 9:27 am
Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was past, Its silver manhood went as fast, An iron age drew on at last; ‘Tis vain its character to tell, The several fates which it befell, What year it died, when ’twill arise, We only […]
March 30, 2011 at 3:30 pm
I am convinced we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others; for let the affection be what it will in appearance, if it does not make us shun such objects, if on the contrary it induces us to approach them, if it makes us […]
March 29, 2011 at 12:24 pm
It is a common observation, that objects which in the reality would shock, are in tragical, and such like representations, the source of a very high species of pleasure. – Edmund Burke, On the Sublime and Beautiful, (“Sympathy”)
