[0223] Steve Martin

[0222] Shit I hate Part II

1. Taking risks
2. Sub par conversationalists
3. Nausea
4. Chaos
5. Deceit
6. People who flake
7. Mondays
8. People who can't take hints
9. Not knowing how much pasta to cook
10. Anger

[0221]

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me; because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn.

[0220] Secrets of the Self / Asrar-e Khudi

"The form of existence is an effect of the Self, whatsoever thou seest is a secret of the Self."

Untouched is the sea by my dancing rays,

Untouched are the mountains by my crimson hues,

The eye of existence is not familiar with me,

I rise, trembling, afraid to show myself,

From the East my dawn arrived and routed the night,

A fresh dew settled on the rose of the world,

I have no need of the ear of today,

I am the voice of the poet of tomorrow.

My own age doesn't understand my deep meanings,

But my dew is storm ridden, like the ocean,

But I am a lover: loud crying is my faith,

My song exceeds the range of the chord,

No river will contain my Oman

My flood requires whole seas to hold it,

Lightnings slumber within my soul,

I sweep over mountain and plain,

Arise and pour pure wine into my cup,

Pour moonbeams into the dark night of my thought.

-- Allama M. Iqbal

It is saddening to know that this great mind was delivered from what used to be a brilliant nation. Before the corruption, the greed and the inhumanity, that culturally rich nation was home to minds like him. Perhaps his unsung genius is what makes him so great. Above are a few stanzas taken from his most famous book of poetry. I highly recommend it to anyone seeking to learn things about themselves, things which you do not find in prose, but in poetry.

[0219] I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

[0218]

Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course? Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow." You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Make the most of today.

[0217] Food for thought

Today is the oldest you've been and the youngest you'll ever be again.