Plants are all chemists, tirelessly assembling the molecules of the world, and in their transactions with insects, birds, animals, and fungi, they find elaborate ways to defend themselves, to seduce pollinators, to confuse. “Only plants had consciousness. Animals got it from them.” - Pharmako/Poeia by Dale Pendell
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I believe in work. If somebody doesn't create something, however small it may be, he gets sick. An awful lot of people feel that they're treading water -- that if they vanished in smoke, it wouldn't mean anything at all in this world. And that's a despairing and destructive feeling. It'll kill you.
Arthur Miller
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I am fond of music I think because it is so amoral. Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn't. I have always found moralizing intolerable
Hermann Hesse
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If you feel pain. You are alive. But, if you feel the pain of others, you’re human.
Leo Tolstoy
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Ladies of the Lake
by Rob Gonsalves
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For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming; and who can say that such a nature does not open latent eyes sensitive to unsuspected worlds and orders of being?
H.P. Lovecraft
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The interesting truth, untaught in most schools and unacknowledged in most written history, is that a glass of beer, a bottle of rum, a keg of hard cider, a flask of whiskey, or even a dry martini was often the silent, powerful third party to many decisions that shaped the American story from the 17th century to the present.
Susan Cheever
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We, the descendants of the Original Peoples of the Americas, come from a long line of resilient, family-loving, land-caring Peoples who are unafraid of hard work, who stand up and speak out against injustice, and who protect who and what we love. We have been taught from an early age to do what must be done, to keep keeping on. We carry our ancestors' courage, wisdom, generosity, and perseverance deep in our bones. In the Spirit of the Ancestors, we will continue to pray and care for one another, speak out for Mother Earth, march arm in arm against injustices, and look out for the well-being and safety of family, friends, allies, and community. Our roots run deep. Our roots keep us grounded and connected to one another below the surface of what is seen. With prayers for peace, love, wisdom, and justice.
Maestra Grace Sesma
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We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Charles Bukowski
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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
William Blake
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At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was walking through a park one day in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote:
"my travels have changed me." The little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."
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