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"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth gets the chance to put it's pants on"--- Churchill
"When the song of the angels is stilled,

When the star in the sky is gone,

When the kings and princes are home,

When the shepherds are back with their flock,

The work of Christmas begins:

To find the lost,

To heal the broken,

To feed the hungry,

To release the prisoner,

To rebuild the nations,

To bring peace among brothers,

To make music in the heart."~~~~~~~~Dr. Howard Thurman

(Dr. Thurman was a mentor of Dr. Martin Luther King for many years-- and yes, if we're going to have "Christmas" it ought be EVERY DAY!=my feeling)
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Albert Einstein – (1879-1955)

“A human being is a part of the whole, called by us, “Universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.

This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.”
"The two arts of love"
"There are two arts of love and it makes a considerable difference which one is meant.
There is the art of love as Casanova, for example, practiced it The art of seduction, courtship, and sexual gratification It is an art which culminates in the sexual act. It can be repeated with the same lover and with other lovers but it exhausts itself in the moment of ecstasy. When that moment is reached the work of art is done and the lovers as artists after an interval of perhaps of stuper and vital recuperation must start all over again until at last the rhythm is so stale that it is a weariness to start at all. Or the lover must find new lovers and new resistances to conquer. The aftermath of romantic love, that is of love that is consummated in sexual ectasy is either tedium in middle age or the compulsive adventurousness of the libertine
On the other hand; when a man and woman are successfully in love, their whole activity is energized and victorious they walk better, their digestion improves , they think more clearly. Their secret worries drop away, the world is fresh and interesting. They do more than they dreamed they could ever do. in a love of this kind sexual intimacy is not the dead end of desire as it is in romantical promiscuous love But periodical affirmation of the inward delight of desire pervading an act of life.

Love of this sort can grow. It is not like youth itself: a moment that comes and is gone and remains only a memory of something which cannot be recovered.

it can grow becauseit has something to grow upon and to grow with. It is not contracted and stale because it has for it's object not the mere relief of physical tension; but all the objects of which the two lovers are concerned. They desire their worlds in each other and therefore;
their love is as interesting as their worlds, and their worlds are as interesting as their love." Walter Lippmann
hmm-- not very humorous? ok
"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody." - Twain-Following the Equator, Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar
"A smile, a friendship, something you don't have and want to appropriate. In this world, even a Soviet one, there will always be rich and poor. Rich in gifts, poor in gifts. Rich in love, poor in love."

"Bet you ten bucks" and it's variations. The one that's applying right now is "Bet you 10 bucks this phone's going to crash again and I'll have to reboot it in the next 10 minutes" 😠
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

Ernest Hemingway
Love this. First time I’ve heard it. It actually does work too. I think we are all a work in progress

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