Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts

Aphorism Eight

On life:

“Es stehen gewiß tausend Dummheiten darin, aber dann gewiß auch ebensoviele Wahrheiten”

After Franz Overbeck

Deo Iuvante - Two

Here is the Lay of the Land. It's time to light you hookahs:

Neurotypicals are Evil.

That is, Neurotypicals in their basic and untutored form are Bad News. With many years of appropriate schooling and support from understanding and enlightened parents, it is possible for them to mature into nominally useful members of Society.

A Letter To Bernie


Dear Bernie,

It is important to search for the light in the overwhelming darkness. This is a good example

Deo Iuvante

I meant to say that this is one of my posts where I set-out to sing formless, rhapsodic prose and end up with wordspew. It's served “Bob Dylan” well, and shuts-up people in the office especially if you throw in a few Greek, Latin or German words. If you know what they mean, um so besser but if they sound frische, who's to care?
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“A disease having no distinct border between sick and well is a strange beast.

Strange too, are the beasts who deny their malady.

Aphorism Seven

Manners: Camouflage for Sociopaths

Gunthorpe's Freudeskollektion - Two

Title page from Seneca's Morals
The title page from the book
Seneca's Morals

Life often takes some unexpected turns and often holds more than a few surprises. Not all off them are necessarily bad.

One surprise is to find that on my modest antiquarian bookshelf, sits Malachi Blake's copy of Seneca's Morals.

Another surprise is having an antiquarian bookshelf, in the first place.

Notable Quotes Three

“
Arrogance is removed by confutation.”

Epictetus - The Discourses, Ch. 14, 101 B.C.E

Aphorism Two

A degenerate Culture substitutes Shame for Bravery.

Aphorism Six

An ounce of Doing is worth a pound of Saying

Pindar: One Good, Two Woes

Image of Pindar
Pindar
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Pindar was born at Thebes, the head of Boeotia — Boeotia, a canton hopelessly behind the times, a slow canton, as the nimble Attics would say, a glorious climate for eels, but a bad air for brains.

He was the son of Daïphantos; and his son, in turn, after established Greek usage, bore the name Daïphantos.

It is enough for understanding Pindar that it was an ancient and an honored house, and that Pindar was in every fibre an aristocrat.”