To put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. WE STRIVE TO BE OURSELVES.
But don’t misunderstand me. I don’t mean that we can’t BE firemen, bankers, or doctors—but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal. In every man, heredity and environment have combined to produce a creature of certain abilities and desires—including a deeply ingrained need to function in such a way that his life will be MEANINGFUL. A man has to BE something; he has to matter.
Maxistentialism: DISCOVERY: that the addition of "Harry" to almost any Plato quote makes it seem legitimately like a nugget of wisdom out...
"Death is not the worst that can happen to men, Harry."
"Harry, good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others."
"He who commits injustice is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it, Harry."
"Harry, how can you prove whether at…
They happen really fast, the sunrises. Sometimes you specifically set the alarm on your watch to go watch the sunrise. And as you pull yourself down into the floor - and that’s where the huge, bulging window is, that we call the cupola - and there’s the world glowing dark underneath you. And you start to see a few faint tinges of a sunrise coming as it starts to light the upper atmosphere, and then bam. The sun just pops into view, roars into view, because we’re coming around the world at it so fast.
And you can actually watch the sun move away from the Earth. And the light from it initially comes through the atmosphere. So the whole station glows with the light of dawn, with - all the big solar arrays glow blood red, and then orange. And then, as the sun clears the atmosphere, and it’s directly on us, then they settle down to sort of an iridescent blue. And then you can see the dawn come across the world towards you.
And then you go back to work and wait another 92 minutes, and it happens again. It’s not to be missed, and I tried to watch as many sunrises and sunsets as the work would allow.
Prologue – teas inspired by literary classics. To be brewed according to George Orwell’s 11 golden rules for the perfect cup of tea and sipped alongside snacks from The Artists’ and Writers’ Cookbook.
i hope i dont ever delete
i just want my blog to become gradually abandoned until it’s a relic of a bygone age
but what i really want is for it to live forever. maybe i should set up a 10,000 post queue one day
eventually everyone will delete and abandon their blogs probably
and this will all just be a memory :(