…something else to do
httpv://youtu.be/Zk6DPgh-8VA
“Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been. This obliges us to construct for ourselves — as the physicist constructs his models — an imaginary life of the individual, the graph of his successful life. Upon which we then distribute the jags (they are sometimes enormous) which external destiny inflicted. We all feel our real life to be a deformation—sometimes greater, sometimes less—of our possible life. The second problem is to weigh the subject’s fidelity to this unique destiny of his, to his possible life. This permits us to determine the degree of authenticity of his actual life.”
(from Ortega y Gasset, The Dehumanization of Art )
Really enjoyed reading (but mostly listening to…) @amandapalmer about The Art of Asking (order here 😉 ) over the past couple of weeks. Much more sweet & lovely than I was expecting… #recommended
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/… I haven’t finished yet / I still have a tattoo to get / That says I’m living in the moment. / ~ http://t.co/Q8oWReHylc
— matt adkins (@m_adkins) December 15, 2014
¹ Obviously.
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
― Henry Miller