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9Nov/15Off

The Wisdom of Night Vale

  • It was a simpler time. Because I personally had less memories and so less to superimpose upon the world, and so it was much clearer, and also I was younger. Thus, the world was simpler.
  • Fear is a reasonable response to life.
  • ...what are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?
  • He'll be what he'll be. And we'll all learn to be okay with whatever that is.
  • “I mean I would never do that. I just think it. Does this make me a bad person?”
    “You are only a bad person if you do bad things,” said the second anchor.
    “Thank you.”
    “That’s not an acquittal, Diane. The counterpoint is that you are only a good person if you do good things.”
  • A good person is a person who does good things. It was a deceptively simple prescription because it implied that she or anyone else knew what good things are. What could she do in this situation that was good, and by what standard?
  • Jackie sighed but let her talk. She knew that messages were for the sender, not the receiver.
  • Of the stages of grief, Diane had already gone through denial, sadness, and despair. Now she had been on the verge of the final step, vengeance.
  • These possibilities and all other possibilities remain . . . possible.
  • Please know that our station exists because of donors like you. It also exists because a long and terribly improbable series of galactic events over the course of billions of years conspired to bring us to this very moment in our station’s existence. And we thank you for your support. Again, we apologize for the delay in receiving your items, and also for the absurdity of time.
  • You have helped many people with your many skills, but also you’re an irresponsible little shit. Both of those are true. Truth can be contradictory. You are not forgiven your lapses by your nonlapses.
  • I’ll always be a mother, she thought, but I’ll always be a lot of things. I wonder what the next of those things will be?
28Feb/13Off

Litany Against Fear — Litany Against Anger

From Dune, obviously. If you haven't read it go do it now, it's awesome.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

My conversion to a litany against anger...

I must not submit to my anger.
Anger is the ravager.
Anger is the destroyer, sowing chaos and pain.
I will face my anger.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has passed I will turn to see its path.
Where the anger has gone there will be nothing.
Only I remain.

Not sure I like lines 2 and 3 but I'm better with two after reading the definition of ravager. I like "sowing chaos and pain" as it indicates what you do to others. Also not sure about line one, it was originally "give in" and I can't decide which I like.

I've never really liked the last line.  I always thought "will" was unnecessary.

BTW, the litany again anger is useful for me but really needed by others in my life.  My own anger has always been brief and then set aside with apologies where needed.

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My own edit of the litany against fear.  I just chopped out anything I felt wasn't useful and made one substitution.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings oblivion.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has passed I will turn to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I remain.

 

3Jul/12Off

What’s the economy for, anyway?

The quote below is Robert Kennedy in 1968 but I was only two then and just read it for the first time today in the book What's the Economy For, Anyway?

Too much and for too long, we seem to have surrendered personal excellence and community value in the mere accumulation of material things. Our Gross National Product, now, is over eight hundred billion dollars a year, but that GNP — if we judge the United States of America by that — that GNP counts air pollution and cigarette advertising and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwoods and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and it counts nuclear warheads, and armored cars for the police to fight riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.

Yet the Gross National Product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country; it measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile. And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.