tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46198595226491399652011-04-21T14:13:56.781-07:00A little insight — something of the moment and yet sometimes not part of time at all — just like an ocean wave or a beautiful flower...Phalachandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12359665349503584459noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619859522649139965.post-4017863784452797832009-01-25T20:26:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:53:00.591-08:00<blockquote>Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">- Aeschylus<br /></span></div><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619859522649139965-401786378445279783?l=flowthot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phalachandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12359665349503584459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619859522649139965.post-27986121531431917262009-01-25T19:57:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:53:53.216-08:00<blockquote>The ego is not master in its own house.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">-Sigmund Freud<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619859522649139965-2798612153143191726?l=flowthot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phalachandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12359665349503584459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619859522649139965.post-83563152582421578932009-01-25T19:32:00.000-08:002009-01-26T00:33:11.798-08:00<blockquote><br />When truth is nothing but the truth, it’s unnatural, it’s an abstraction that resembles nothing in the real world. In nature there are always so many other irrelevant things mixed up with the essential truth. That’s why art moves you—precisely because it’s unadulterated with all the irrelevancies of real life.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">--Aldous Huxley<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619859522649139965-8356315258242157893?l=flowthot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phalachandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12359665349503584459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619859522649139965.post-74244023378683079082009-01-25T16:04:00.001-08:002009-01-26T00:34:11.196-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><br />Life—that is: continually shedding something that wants to die. Life—that is: being cruel and inexorable against everything about us that is growing old and weak—and not only about us. Life—that is, then: being without reverence for those who are dying, who are wretched, who are ancient? Constantly being a murderer?—And yet old Moses said: “Thou shalt not kill.”<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">--Friedrich Nietzsche<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></span><br /></blockquote></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619859522649139965-7424402337868307908?l=flowthot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phalachandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12359665349503584459noreply@blogger.com0