[VonBudí]

though this was nice

Originally Posted by DuskrayTroubador

I take it what your dad meant was something along the lines of "Recipes no more make a cook than sermons make a saint."

[Stoner4Life]

Jesus loves you.......
(but Satan does that thing with his tongue)

~anonymous~

[420somewhere]

You can't teach a Horse to Skateboard

My Son

[Bud Green Sr.]

When I was a young man in the '70s and I was heading home from wherever, I'd say to my friends:

"Take it easy man, don't let your meatloaf"....

[geneva_sativa]

Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most challenging.

Joseph Campbell

[geneva_sativa]

. . .

[geneva_sativa]

" that the powerfull play goes on. . .

and you may contribute a verse "

[LexLuthoReturns]

Me: Do you know the oldest lie in America, Senator? It's that power can be innocent.

[LexLuthoReturns]

Lois Lane: You're psychotic.
Lex Luthor: That is a three syllable word for any thought too big for little minds.

[Genghis Kush]

“In this sense the Dionysian man resembles Hamlet: both have once looked truly into the essence of things, they have gained knowledge, and nausea inhibits action; for their action could not change anything in the eternal nature of things; they feel it to be ridiculous or humiliating that they should be asked to set right a world that is out of joint. Knowledge kills action; action requires the veils of illusion: that is the doctrine of Hamlet, not that cheap wisdom of Jack the Dreamer who reflects too much and, as it were, from an excess of possibilities does not get around to action. Not reflection, no--true knowledge, an insight into the horrible truth, outweighs any motive for action, both in Hamlet and in the Dionysian man.

Now no comfort avails any more; longing transcends a world after death, even the gods; existence is negated along with its glittering reflection in the gods or in an immortal beyond. Conscious of the truth he has once seen, man now sees everywhere only the horror or absurdity of existence; now he understands what is symbolic in Ophelia's fate; now he understands the wisdom of the sylvan god, Silenus: he is nauseated.

Here, when the danger to his will is greatest, art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live: these are the sublime as the artistic taming of the horrible, and the comic as the artistic discharge of the nausea of absurdity. The satyr chorus of the dithyramb is the saving deed of Greek art; faced with the intermediary world of these Dionysian companions, the feelings described here exhausted themselves.”
-- Friedrich Nietzsche (the birth of tragedy from the spirit of music