An image like this used to mean something very specific and real to the person looking at it in its time. Is it possible to even conceive of that sensation from our position? I am afraid not. O this gulf…
1. Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.
2. Yuanfen (Chinese): A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.
3. Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.
4. Retrouvailles (French): The happiness of meeting again after a long time.
5. Ilunga (Bantu): A person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time; tolerate it the second time, but never a third time.
6. La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
7. Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.
8. Ya’aburnee(Arabic): “You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
9. Forelsket: (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
10. Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”
What a sweet little vision, from a sweet little(?) man.
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke:
Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find Jesus on your own
Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
I said “You must know the answer.”
"She said, "No but I’ll give it a try." And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way And here is the reason why
We blew up our TV threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed ‘em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own
Do everything with a mind that lets go. Don’t accept praise or gain or anything else. If you let go a little you will have a little peace; if you let go a lot you will have a lot of peace; if you let go completely you will have complete peace.
I feel it’s absolutely necessary that we overcome our aversion toward discipline and efficacy, if we are to pursue change and a better future. Follow-through is the most neglected skill in left circles, and it’s a damn tragedy. Follow-through and the “will do” mentality is a muscle that needs to be trained — like any other way of doing things, or way of being, it is habit. It’s certainly not easy. But we are all in training. One thing’s for certain: the corporate world is a great training ground for this. It makes you actually do the things that you say you’ll do. If only we could internalize this and get rid of the weird incentive structures that make us do so.
Omens, presentiments, signals pass day and night through the organism like wave impulses. To interpret them or to use them, that is the question. The two are irreconcilable. Cowardice and apathy counsel the former, lucidity and freedom the latter.
The moment is the Caudine Yoke beneath which fate must bow to the body. To turn the threatening future into a fulfilled now, the only desirable telepathic miracle, is a work of bodily presence of mind. Primitive epochs, when such demeanor was part of a man’s daily husbandry, provided him, in the naked body, with the most reliable instrument of divination.
Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.