Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) by Don McLean

•October 26, 2014 • Leave a Comment


Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Continue reading ‘Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) by Don McLean’

Quote by Walt Whitman

•October 12, 2014 • Leave a Comment

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me.
The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing."

~Walt Whitman

**This reminds me to push forward. I make my own fortune, and should not excuse myself anymore. What have you been putting off?

“When the time comes” by E.V. Writing

•October 5, 2014 • Leave a Comment


via E.V. Writing

Letter from Mahatma Gandhi to Adolf Hitler

•September 21, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As at Wardha, C. P., INDIA,

July 23, 1939


Friends have been urging me to write to you for the sake of humanity. But I have resisted their request, because of the feeling that any letter from me would be an impertinence. Something tells me that I must not calculate and that I must make my appeal for whatever it may be worth.

It is quite clear that you are today the one person in the world who can prevent a war which may reduce humanity to a savage state. Must you pay that price for an object however worthy it may appear to you to be? Will you listen to the appeal of one who has deliberately shunned the method of war not without considerable success? Any way I anticipate your forgiveness, if I have erred in writing to you.

I remain,
Your sincere friend,
M. K. Gandhi


via Bombay Sarvodaya Mandal

**I wonder what the world would look like today if Hitler had heeded Gandhi’s words.

We Originated in the Belly of a Star

•September 14, 2014 • Leave a Comment

“Consider that you can see less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum and hear less than 1% of the acoustic spectrum. As you read this, you are traveling at 220 km/sec across the galaxy. 90% of the cells in your body carry their own microbial DNA and are not “you.” The atoms in your body are 99.9999999999999999% empty space and none of them are the ones you were born with, but they all originated in the belly of a star. Human beings have 46 chromosomes, 2 less than the common potato. The existence of the rainbow depends on the conical photoreceptors in your eyes; to animals without cones, the rainbow does not exist. So you don’t just look at a rainbow, you create it. This is pretty amazing, especially considering that all the beautiful colors you see represent less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum.” –Sergio Toporek

via NASA and Fractal Ferocity

Quote seen on the wall of East Side Gallery in Berlin, Germany

•July 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

"Many small people who in many small places do many small things that can alter the face of the world"

** What can you do today, however tiny?  Because whatever you do has ripple effects far into the future.

“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas

•July 6, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


**It’s particularly touching for me since he wrote this poem while his father, whom he adored, was dying of a terminal illness.


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