kā jums liekas, vai ir slikti gribēt "darbu, kurš kaulus nelauž"?

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.”

— Marianne Williamson

hahaha, viltīgie (ne)grieķi

un nez, kas tad notiktu, ja tiešām viņš to naudu savāktu?

He knew now why this tranquil life in sea and sunlight on the rafts seemed to him like an after-life or a dream, unreal. It was because he knew in his heart that reality was empty: without life or warmth or color or sound: without meaning. There were no heights or depths. All this lovely play of form and light and color on the sea and in the eyes of men, was no more than that: a playing of illusions on the shallow void. They passed, and there remained the shapelessness and the cold. Nothing else.

// Ursula K. Le Guin, 1972, The Farthest Shore

I mean, think of the meanest person you know. Think of Hitler, even. And then picture him jerking off alone in a room. Suddenly, he doesn't seem so evil and impressive anymore, does he? He seems sort of hilarious and powerless and vulnerable and maybe even like someone you feel sorry for. Back in junior high, our health teacher told us that everyone masturbates. Everyone is a slave to sexual desire, I guess. And so maybe everyone deserves our pity, then, too. Maybe if we would just picture our enemies jerking off once in a while, the world would be a better place.

//Matthew Quick, 2013, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock