Our deepest fears are like dragons guarding our deepest treasures.Rainer Maria Rilke
Octopuses are smart. They can be readily trained to distinguish between different shapes and patterns. They have been observed practicing observational learning and playing. They often break of their aquariums and into others in search of food. They have even boarded fishing boats and opened holds to eat crabs.
The octopus is the only invertebrate which has been conclusively shown to use tools.
If they lived longer than their average 4 years, can you imagine how smart they would be?
Every advance in culture is, psychologically, an extension of consciousness that can take place only through discrimination. Therefore an advance always begins with individuation, that is to say with the individual, conscious of her isolation, cutting a new path through hither to untrodden territory. To do this she must first return to the fundamental facts of her own being, irrespective of authority and tradition, and allow herself to become conscious of her distinctiveness. If she succeeds in giving collective validity to her widened consciousness, she creates a tension of opposites that provides the stimulation which culture needs for its further purpose.
People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels.
In order for the world to become peaceful, people must become more peaceful. Among mature people war would not be a problem - it would be impossible. In their immaturity people want, at the same time, peace and the things which make war. However, people can mature just as children grow up. Yes, our institutions and our leaders reflect our immaturity, but as we mature we will elect better leaders and set up better institutions. It always comes back to the thing so many of us wish to avoid: working to improve ourselves.
Jazz attracted me because in it I found perfection and instrumental precision that I admire in classical music, but which popular music doesn't have.
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious - the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.
There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly.
We are all but recent leaves on the same old tree of life and if this life has adapted itself to new functions and conditions, it uses the same old basic principles over and over again. There is no real difference between the grass and the man who mows it.
The Mississippi River will always have its own way; no engineering skill can persuade it to do otherwise.
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
Why is it that we focus so much on our beginnings/early years as the imprint for moving forward? You were abandoned as a child. Your father committed suicide when you were a teenager. Your mother was an alcoholic narcissist. Your father a philanderer. Your grandfather a swindler. Psychiatry brings us back to visit the injustices as if in returning to the past you can alter it. Instead you remain there, feeling those sad, lonely, angry, bitter emotions. I say, bummer that you had a tough beginning. Because, pal, it's just the beginning. If you live a long life, you're going to encounter an incredible amount of unpleasantness, death, deception, and abandonment. You're going to feel immense grief and the foundation for much of your later adulthood is going to be built on the missing of important people in your life. And yet, you go on.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and miseries. On such a full sea we are now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds."
Claude Monet on Cafe Geurbois, where the bohemians met on Sundays and Thursdays to inspire each other with discussions that:
Let us speak courteously, deal fairly, and keep ourselves armed and ready.
From the Book of Proverbs comes this prescription: “Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto them that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.” A Sumerian cuneiform tablet of pharmacopoeia dated to about 2100 B.C. is generally cited as the oldest preserved record of medicinal alcohol, although Egyptian papyri may have preceded the tablet. Hippocrates’ therapeutic system featured wines as remedies for almost all known acute or chronic ailments, and the Alexandria School of Medicine supported the medical use of alcohol.
Some people tell me that the capacity for dreaming belongs to childhood and early youth, and that as your faculties of seeing and hearing ebb away your talent for dreaming will go with them. My own experience tells me that it is the other way. I dream today more than I ever did as a child or a young girl, and in my present dreams things stand out more clearly than ever, and more to be wondered at.And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.
Isis, the duck
Oh soul,
IF you can keep your head when all about you If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!







Great is the sun, and wide he goes