love sui generisEs gibt nur Individualität oder, wenn man so will, Persönlichkeit. Und da jeder Mensch sich vom anderen unterscheidet, kann nur der einzelne darlegen, worin sein Unterschied ?zum andern besteht.Das ist es, was ich das Öffnen des Geistes nenne. Es ist aber nichts Mystisches. Es ist nur eine Art Freiheit - organisierte Freiheit.
Late one morning in February, 1921, two women followed an Irish police officer through the corridors of the Jefferson Street Police Court of New York City. The men bustling about the offices lifted their heads to observe these two unlikely criminals on their way to be fingerprinted. One was a lady of high fashion, wearing a tailored blue suit and a cloche hat, a string of pearls looped upon her satin blouse, and a pale silk rose pinned to her lapel. She walked with self-confidence and poise, as if striding across a stage to take a last bow. Indeed, she was a gifted pianist accustomed to smiling down upon admiring audiences, but today her face was a mask of disdain: arched eyebrows finely tweezed, nose discreetly powdered, dark red lips. Her right hand was gloved, the left bare. Behind her walked a short squarish woman with close-cropped hair, sporting a man's jacket over a broad black skirt, a black bow tie, and deep scarlet lipstick. Led to a desk where another policeman awaited, the chic lady in blue balked at the ink into which she was invited to dip her fingers. All morning, on her lawyer's instructions, she had sat docilely through her trial, but now lighting a cigarette in her ungloved hand, she announced that she could not possibly comply unless they assured her no irremediable damage would be done to her person or her manicure. Her requests for fresh towels, scented soap, and a clean nailbrush sent the officers scurrying obediently. Her companion observed the scene with restrained amusement. Her own hands, calloused and muscular, the nails rimmed with printers' ink and...Heart and Mind SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,- No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun (No liking but all lust)- Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone, The rippling of bright muscles like a sea, Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws Though the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.'Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time- 'The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun Is greater than all gold, more powerful Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes Like all that grows or leaps...so is the heartMore powerful than all dust. Once I was Hercules Or Samson, strong as the pillars of the seas: But the flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind Is but a foolish wind.'Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.'
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Influence. Where does it come from??Responsibility? Sick ones now are heartsick. Narcissi, they became entranced with emotions purposes, mystified by living in the twentieth century. We've invented something else, ?not the wheel. We extended nervous systems.
how to improve the world (you will only make matters worse)
"why" "...because people always like it so much when they do like it....its an acquired taste. Acquired tastes are always more pleasant- and hard to get rid of."
happiness was like a green vine spreading through her stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. she had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. why did people talk of heaven, she wondered