When I was a kid we lived in the mountains of Tennessee. I had an uncle who had a “bear killer” in his back yard—his “back yard” being a steep rise straight up a mountain. My uncle’s bear killer was a large log about five feet off the ground swinging from ropes on either end. … More Bears, Tolstoy, and the Cycle of Violence
Wisdom cries outside; She speaks in the streets; She cries on the square, At the gates. In the city she speaks, saying, “How long, you simple ones, Will you love simplicity? How long will the scorners Delight in their scorning, And fools hate knowledge?
It is not forever That frees us, But living that Being is becoming— Next to next— Nothing more, Nothing less, without The forever of “good,” “Bad.” Only, grape, Fig, thorn, thistle. The proof is only The pudding— The fruit that is a life.
Sincere words are not fancy; Fancy words are not sincere. The good do not quarrel; The quarrelsome are not good. Learning will not grasp The Way; Grasping does not lead to wisdom. Sages do not hoard for themselves; The more they give, The more they have. They give all and thus possess everything; The Way … More #Tao Teh Ching 81
An ideal nation would be small, With a small population. It would be simple, with No need of complications. The citizens would so treasure life That they would be too busy Living to move away, and Though there would be boats And carriages, the people would Be too busy living To make any use of … More #Tao Te Ching 80