Friday 29 July 2011
Thursday 28 July 2011
Wednesday 27 July 2011
Be Yourself! [Quotes]
To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up. ~Oscar Wilde
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own. ~Johann von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther, 1774
When one is pretending the entire body revolts. ~Anais Nin
It is not only possible to be the person you pretend to be, but there is less effort involved. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
We are betrayed by what is false within. ~George Meredith
No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ~Oscar Wilde
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss
My mom always said I liked to stir the pot with a glittering spoon. ~Kris Carr
No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos. ~D.H. Lawrence
Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do. ~Eric Hoffer
It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is. ~Desiderius Erasmus
Like the sky opens after a rainy day we must open to ourselves.... Learn to love yourself for who you are and open so the world can see you shine. ~James Poland
All the mistakes I make arise from forsaking my own station and trying to see the object from another person's point of view. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Be what you are. This is the first step toward becoming better than you are. ~Julius Charles Hare
We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin. ~André Berthiaume, Contretemps
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence. ~Honoré de Balzac, "Scnes de la vie Parisienne," La Maison Nucingen, 1838
He who travels in search of something which he has not got, travels away from himself and grows old even in youth among old things. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Self-Reliance"
There lurks, perhaps, in every human heart a desire of distinction, which inclines every man first to hope, and then to believe, that Nature has given him something peculiar to himself. ~Samuel Johnson
http://www.quotegarden.com/be-self.html
You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand. ~Irene C. Kassorla
Is life not a hundred times too short for us to stifle ourselves. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
You were born an original. Don't die a copy. ~John Mason
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not. ~Andre Gide
Simpson's Rule.[Wikipedia]
In numerical analysis, Simpson's rule is a method for numerical integration, the numerical approximation of definite integrals. Specifically, it is the following approximation:
Simpson's rule is a staple of scientific data analysis and engineering. It is widely used, for example, by Naval architects to calculate the capacity of a ship or lifeboat.[1]
Simpson's rule is a staple of scientific data analysis and engineering. It is widely used, for example, by Naval architects to calculate the capacity of a ship or lifeboat.[1]
Monday 25 July 2011
Saturday 23 July 2011
Abraxas, [wikipedia]
Carl Jung (Seven Sermons to the Dead)
Main article: Seven Sermons to the Dead
Abraxas is an important figure in Seven Sermons, a representation of the driving force of individuation (synthesis, maturity, oneness), referred with the figures for the driving forces of differentiation (emergence of consciousness and opposites), Helios God-the-Sun, and the Devil.[15]"There is a God about whom you know nothing, because men have forgotten him. We call him by his name: Abraxas. He is less definite than God or Devil.... "Abraxas is activity: nothing can resist him but the unreal.... Abraxas stands above the sun[-god] and above the devil.... If the Pleroma were capable of having a being, Abraxas would be its manifestation."—2nd Sermon
"That which is spoken by God-the-Sun is life; that which is spoken by the Devil is death; Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word, which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible."—3rd Sermon
I, am beginning, to realise, Jung, had some personal problems.
Without doubt, he was Brilliant, but he must have suffered, almost unbearable Psychic pain, also.
Then again, he did mention this. His 'descent', whilst, in ,Basle, etc...
He has given us a glimpse, of, part,of, eternity. He fulfilled his destiny, and became , a Healer.
But he, too, was only, a Man.
Friday 22 July 2011
Simpson's Bowl, Liverpool.
http://www.liverpoolmonuments.co.uk/drinking/simpson02.html
The History, of, the Church, above, this, Fountain, makes, interesting reading.
Maybe, I'll, Post, something, about, it, later.
'SIMPSON', WAS, A FAMOUS ,LIVERPOOL ARCHITECT.
HE, IS ,ALSO, THE DESIGNER, OF, THE 'VICTORIA MONUMENT',
ON, THE SITE, OF, THE FORMER, 'CASTLE OF LIVERPOOL'.
Chamonix,In the French Mountains
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED, I, LIKE BEER..THIS, IS ,WHAT HAPPENS, WHEN, YOU MEET, A STRANGER, IN, THE ALPS...SHORTLY ,AFTER THIS, IT STARTED, TO RAIN, I, HAD ANOTHER, BEER, WALKED AWAY, IN, THE RAIN, AND ,FELL,HEAD FIRST, INTO, THE TOWN FOUNTAIN, I, LOOKED UP, AND ,SWALLOWS, WERE CIRCLING, OVERHEAD, IN, THE RAIN..
MY WIFE, HAD, LEFT ME, DISGUSTED, AT MY BEHAVIOUR, SO, I, DID, WHAT ANY SCOUSER, WOULD DO..AND WENT, TO A CHINESE, RESTAURANT, FOR ,SOME EATS..
ENDED UP, GETTING THROWN OUT,BY, IRATE, FRENCH SPEAKING CHINESE GUYS, LOST MY HAT, AND , DIGNITY..WALKED HOME, IN, THE RAIN..
NICE PLACE, THO, FRANCE,..MAY GO BACK SOMETIME..
Monday 18 July 2011
Sunday 17 July 2011
Synagogue? ,or work, of Art!
The Old Hebrew Congregation's Grade I* listed building (1874) with spectacular interior. Probably Europe's finest example of the Moorish Revival or Saracenic style of synagogue architecture. Guided talks (1 hour) outline the architecture, the history of the building and of the local Jewish community and include a demonstration of the artefacts and their place in Religious traditions.
The Synagogue was designed by W and G Audsley of Liverpool. Built in 1874 of red sandstone and unpressed brick, the building impressively combines Gothic and Moorish architecture. The stepped gable surmounts a rose window flanked by octagonal turrets. The interior is rich in marble and gold and has a tunnel vaulted nave, a magnificent Byzantine style Ark of the Convenant and a columnated almemar
OUTSTANDING!
http://www.visitliverpool.com/site/heritage/search/princes-road-synagogue-p7512
I remember, having, a little chat, with the Rabbi.......
We agreed.
The Synagogue was designed by W and G Audsley of Liverpool. Built in 1874 of red sandstone and unpressed brick, the building impressively combines Gothic and Moorish architecture. The stepped gable surmounts a rose window flanked by octagonal turrets. The interior is rich in marble and gold and has a tunnel vaulted nave, a magnificent Byzantine style Ark of the Convenant and a columnated almemar
OUTSTANDING!
http://www.visitliverpool.com/site/heritage/search/princes-road-synagogue-p7512
I remember, having, a little chat, with the Rabbi.......
We agreed.
Friday 15 July 2011
Liverpool's Pyramid.
One of the strangest sites in Liverpool must surely be the pyramid tomb in the now disused St Andrew's Church Yard. Why a Pyramid? Well, this tomb holds the body of Liverpool's most infamous gambler William Mackenzie. Mackenzie in his desire to secure a winning Poker hand promised his soul to the devil. He won the game but fell ill shortly after. Fearful that his pact would become reality he used his winnings to have this special tomb erected and within it placed his card table and chair. Upon his death he left instructions to be entombed sitting at the table holding the winning cards. Mackenzie reckoned that by being so interred his faustian pact could not be completed and his soul would remain secure.
Apparently, it is similar, to another , someplace?
http://www.ancient-egypt.co.uk/Deir%20el%20Medina/index_1.htm
Kinda makes you think!
Apparently, it is similar, to another , someplace?
http://www.ancient-egypt.co.uk/Deir%20el%20Medina/index_1.htm
Kinda makes you think!
Wednesday 13 July 2011
Tuesday 12 July 2011
The Raven [Poe]
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Monday 11 July 2011
Saturday 9 July 2011
The Dead Princess,and the Seven knights..[Pushkin]
"Moon, O Moon, my friend!" he said,
"Gold of horn and round of head,
From the darkest shadows rising,
With your eye the world apprising,
You whom stars with love regard
As you mount your nightly guard!
Surely you'll not grudge an answer?
Tell me, did you ever chance to
See the Princess I revere?
I'm her fiance." "O dear!"
Said the Moon in consternation,
"No, I have not seen the maiden.
On my round I only go
When it is my turn, you know.
It would seem that I was resting
When she passed." "How very vexing!"
Cried aloud Prince Yelisei.
But the Moon went on to say:
"Wait a minute! I suggest you
Have the Wind come to the rescue.
Call him now! It's worth a try.
And cheer up a bit! Goodbye!"
Yelisei, not losing courage,
To the Wind's abode now hurried.
"Wind, O Wind! Lord of the sky,
Herding flocks of clouds on high,
Stirring up the dark-blue ocean,
Setting all the air in motion,
Unafraid of anyone
Saving God in heaven alone!
Surely you'll not grudge an answer?
Tell me, did you ever chance to
See the Princess I revere?
I'm her fiance." "O hear!"
Said the Wind in turmoil blowing.
"Where a quiet stream is flowing
Stands a mountain high and steep
In it lies a cavern deep;
In this cave in shadows dismal
Sways a coffin, made of crystal.
Hung by chains from pillars six.
Round it barren land in which
No man ever meets another.
In that tomb your bride discover!"
With a howl the Wind was gone.
Yelisei wept loud and long.
To the barren land he journeyed
Desperately, sadly yearning
Once again to see his bride.
On he rode. A mountain high
Rose before him, soaring steeply
From a land laid waste completely.
At its foot—an entrance dim.
Yelisei went quickly in.
There, he saw, in shadows dismal
Swayed a coffin made of crystal
Where the Princess lay at rest
In the deep sleep of the blest.
And the Prince in tears dissolving
Threw himself upon the coffin...
And it broke! The maiden straight
Came to life, sat up, in great
Wonder looked about and yawning
As she set her bed see-sawing
Said with pretty arms outstretched:
"Gracious me! How long I've slept!"
Down she stepped from out the coffin.
O the sighing and the sobbing!
Carrying his bride, he strode
Back to daylight. Home they rode,
Making pleasant conversation
Till they reached their destination.
Swiftly rumour spread around:
"The Princess is safe and sound!"
It so happened the Tsaritsa
In her room was idly seated
By her magic looking-glass
And to pass the time did ask:
"Who in all the world is fairest
And has beauty of the rarest?"
Said the mirror in reply:
"You are fair, I can't deny,
But the Princess is the fairest
And her beauty is the rarest!"
The Tsaritsa leapt and smashed
On the floor her looking-glass,
Rushing to the door she saw the
Fair young Princess walk towards her.
Overcome by grief and spite,
The Tsaritsa died that night.
From the grave where she was buried
To a wedding people hurried,
For the good Prince Yelisei
Wed his Princess that same day.
Never since the World's creation
Was there such a celebration;
I was there, drank mead and yet
Barely got my whiskers wet.
http://russian-crafts.com/russian-folk-tales/tale-about-dead-princess.html
"Gold of horn and round of head,
From the darkest shadows rising,
With your eye the world apprising,
You whom stars with love regard
As you mount your nightly guard!
Surely you'll not grudge an answer?
Tell me, did you ever chance to
See the Princess I revere?
I'm her fiance." "O dear!"
Said the Moon in consternation,
"No, I have not seen the maiden.
On my round I only go
When it is my turn, you know.
It would seem that I was resting
When she passed." "How very vexing!"
Cried aloud Prince Yelisei.
But the Moon went on to say:
"Wait a minute! I suggest you
Have the Wind come to the rescue.
Call him now! It's worth a try.
And cheer up a bit! Goodbye!"
Yelisei, not losing courage,
To the Wind's abode now hurried.
"Wind, O Wind! Lord of the sky,
Herding flocks of clouds on high,
Stirring up the dark-blue ocean,
Setting all the air in motion,
Unafraid of anyone
Saving God in heaven alone!
Surely you'll not grudge an answer?
Tell me, did you ever chance to
See the Princess I revere?
I'm her fiance." "O hear!"
Said the Wind in turmoil blowing.
"Where a quiet stream is flowing
Stands a mountain high and steep
In it lies a cavern deep;
In this cave in shadows dismal
Sways a coffin, made of crystal.
Hung by chains from pillars six.
Round it barren land in which
No man ever meets another.
In that tomb your bride discover!"
With a howl the Wind was gone.
Yelisei wept loud and long.
To the barren land he journeyed
Desperately, sadly yearning
Once again to see his bride.
On he rode. A mountain high
Rose before him, soaring steeply
From a land laid waste completely.
At its foot—an entrance dim.
Yelisei went quickly in.
There, he saw, in shadows dismal
Swayed a coffin made of crystal
Where the Princess lay at rest
In the deep sleep of the blest.
And the Prince in tears dissolving
Threw himself upon the coffin...
And it broke! The maiden straight
Came to life, sat up, in great
Wonder looked about and yawning
As she set her bed see-sawing
Said with pretty arms outstretched:
"Gracious me! How long I've slept!"
Down she stepped from out the coffin.
O the sighing and the sobbing!
Carrying his bride, he strode
Back to daylight. Home they rode,
Making pleasant conversation
Till they reached their destination.
Swiftly rumour spread around:
"The Princess is safe and sound!"
It so happened the Tsaritsa
In her room was idly seated
By her magic looking-glass
And to pass the time did ask:
"Who in all the world is fairest
And has beauty of the rarest?"
Said the mirror in reply:
"You are fair, I can't deny,
But the Princess is the fairest
And her beauty is the rarest!"
The Tsaritsa leapt and smashed
On the floor her looking-glass,
Rushing to the door she saw the
Fair young Princess walk towards her.
Overcome by grief and spite,
The Tsaritsa died that night.
From the grave where she was buried
To a wedding people hurried,
For the good Prince Yelisei
Wed his Princess that same day.
Never since the World's creation
Was there such a celebration;
I was there, drank mead and yet
Barely got my whiskers wet.
http://russian-crafts.com/russian-folk-tales/tale-about-dead-princess.html
Friday 8 July 2011
Tin Can Alley
CITY
City
Plastic flowers
Lipstick lovers
Replica races,
Lip service glitters!
City is a ‘concrete’ jungle
Where mass will not mingle!
City is so selfish
you will be like fish without water
City always runs for money
Never finds time to enjoy nature’s honey
City fixes price on every thing
Crux is to make profit on every thing.
City is cultural interference
City’s life is social indifference
It’s pity
Village trying to imitate city
This is my final inference
Mula Veereswara Rao
City
Plastic flowers
Lipstick lovers
Replica races,
Lip service glitters!
City is a ‘concrete’ jungle
Where mass will not mingle!
City is so selfish
you will be like fish without water
City always runs for money
Never finds time to enjoy nature’s honey
City fixes price on every thing
Crux is to make profit on every thing.
City is cultural interference
City’s life is social indifference
It’s pity
Village trying to imitate city
This is my final inference
Mula Veereswara Rao
St Luke's Liverpool.
Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it's only my will
That keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
Wednesday 6 July 2011
Wise
When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself:
The people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous, and surly.
They are like this because they can't tell good from evil.
But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own—not of the same blood or birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine.
[Meditations;Marcus Aurelius ]
"So the secret is just to say 'Yes!' and jump off from here. Then there is no problem. It means to be yourself, always yourself, without sticking to an old self."
The people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous, and surly.
They are like this because they can't tell good from evil.
But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own—not of the same blood or birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine.
[Meditations;Marcus Aurelius ]
"So the secret is just to say 'Yes!' and jump off from here. Then there is no problem. It means to be yourself, always yourself, without sticking to an old self."
Shunryu Suzuki
Meditations...
For all things fade away, become the stuff of legend, and are soon buried in oblivion.
Mind you, this is true only for those who blazed once like bright stars in the firmament, but for the rest, as soon as a few clods of earth cover their corpses, they are 'out of sight, out of mind.'
In the end, what would you gain from everlasting remembrance?
Absolutely nothing.
So what is left worth living for?
This alone: justice in thought, goodness in action, speech that cannot deceive, and a disposition glad of whatever comes, welcoming it as necessary, as familiar, as flowing from the same source and fountain as yourself.
[Meditations; Marcus Aurelius]
Monday 4 July 2011
Saturday 2 July 2011
Misogyny, a Jungian Perspective, by A,Baring.
From a Jungian perspective, the phobic fear of woman in patriarchal culture reflects the fear of the evolving organ of consciousness — the ego — being swallowed up by the primordial undifferentiated unity, the maw or womb of nature.
For men who are deeply insecure in their masculinity, whose internalised image of woman is undeveloped because woman has never been valued for herself, but only for what service she can render to man, an independent and educated woman will present a threat—unconsciously, the threat of castration and death.
http://www.annebaring.com/anbar20_bk_dreamwater_08.htm
For men who are deeply insecure in their masculinity, whose internalised image of woman is undeveloped because woman has never been valued for herself, but only for what service she can render to man, an independent and educated woman will present a threat—unconsciously, the threat of castration and death.
http://www.annebaring.com/anbar20_bk_dreamwater_08.htm
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