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Thoughts of a INTP - 'Introverted Thinking with Extraverted Intu
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blankensteinthoughts · 4 years ago
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A Amazônia está queimando
Ana Castillo
              I               We sing and dance in praise of the butterfly—               translucent blue,               gilded wings,               dances—               all its life               from orchid to cacao,               ceiba to banana and fig,               tying invisible strings               that hold our home in the sky.
              It must,               lest we drop                 into an abyss,               or drift                 where the gods won’t find us.               This place                 where butterflies work                 for you and me,               keep rivers full and flowing—               Amapari, Canapantuba and Feliz,               the wide and deep goddess far beyond we call the Sea,               Rain—floods and drought,               a mist or fog,               the sun finds us each dawn               after a journey home,               when the moon comes to guide                 both the weary and the ready               to pounce and hide—               our home is burning.
              II               Menacing fires blaze.               Moneyed Whites rid the earth               of the people,               anacondas and spider monkeys,               hawks and toucans,               cicadas and cinnamon,               glass frogs and vines,               palm and rubber trees,               tapirs and manatees.               We hear their screams               And all that dies silently.               A Amazônia está queimando.
              They want our abundant lands               and to annihilate our Mother’s opulence.               They will end the dance of the butterflies               and then what?                 We, too, will die               like in a story told by the ancestors               that we only imagined.               They come for our copper, gold, ore               Ranchers and loggers raze the land.               At the United Nations Bolsonaro1 announced,               Don’t listen to what you hear on the news. Lies.               Nothing is burning, nothing has been set ablaze.
              III               We are Waiapi.               We keep the butterflies happy.               They stay working               to hold the planet in place.               We are the guardians               of our Mother.                 Each day before I go to school,                 I smear the sweet juice of urucum seeds               on my body and face.               They are protection                 from insects and evil spirits.               I sit in a classroom with thatched roof                 and other Waiapi women.               I am the only grandmother there.               I am Chief of my people.               I will learn to write and speak               for the butterfly               to those who set fires                 and to the ones who may help                 save our home.
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blankensteinthoughts · 5 years ago
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Bien, pues “la mirada de pintar” me hizo percibir mi entorno con una profundidad mucho mayor que los otros años: miraba las nubes preguntándoles sobre la mejor hora para pintarlas; salía pronto a andar, para encontrarme todavía con el manto de bruma en las praderas verdes, para disfrutar del perfil dorado de las sabinas, teñidas por el primer sol de la mañana. Preguntaba al paisaje sobre cómo pintar sus nocturnos, el tiempo primero en el que el alba dibuja sus primeros trazos de azul sobre el negro impenetrable. La mirada de pintar nos hermana con el paisaje, nos hace uno con él. Pero esta mirada atenta, despojada de yo, y su poso vital en nosotros a través de la practica de la pintura, no se circunscribe solo al papel o al lienzo. Cuando hablamos de “escuchar al paisaje”, ese aprendizaje nos sirve para saber escuchar también la vida cotidiana, con la misma atención que ponemos en los sutiles cambios de una transición de claroscuro. Cuando establecemos la jerarquía de importancia de los elementos de un paisaje, y pintamos de acuerdo a esa jerarquía intuida, ello nos sirve para discernir lo importante de lo accesorio en el vivir, para distinguir los brillos superfluos de la estructura de las cosas y de los sucesos. Finalmente, cuando nos adiestramos en percibir todos los matices de un paisaje, acrecentamos nuestra capacidad de aprecio de los infinitos matices de la vida. Y cuando comprendemos la estructura de un paisaje, por debajo de sus ramajes, detalles y colores cambiantes, aprendemos también a leer la trama del acontecer, la guía tantas veces oculta que configura la realidad y la historia de lo humano.
Jose Albelda
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blankensteinthoughts · 6 years ago
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Gyan yoga is the yoga of understanding. The yoga of understanding is also the yoga of science. The laws of nature are God’s thoughts. Science is God explaining God to God through a human nervous system. Science is not an enemy of spiritual awakening but rather a potentially helpful friend.
The seven spiritual laws of yoga.
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blankensteinthoughts · 6 years ago
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Oh, Nature, wonderous Nature, you shine with eternal radiance, beautiful and indifferent; you, whom we call mother, unite within yourself both life and death, giving life and taking it away...
The cherry tree, Anton Chekhov
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blankensteinthoughts · 6 years ago
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Oh, my childhood, my innocence! I used to sleep in this nursery, I looked out from here into the orchard, happiness awoke with me each morning, it was just as if is now, nothing has changed. (Laughing with joy) All, all white! Oh, my orchard! After the dark, rainy autumn and the cold winter, you are young again, full of happiness, the heavenly ��ngels have not forsaken you... If it could cast off this heavy stone weighing on my brest and shoulders, if I could forget my past.
- The Cherru Tree - Anton Chekhov
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blankensteinthoughts · 6 years ago
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Que por mayo era, por mayo, cuando hace la calor, cuando los trigos encañan y están los campos en flor, cuando canta la calandria y responde el ruiseñor, cuando los enamorados van a servir al amor, sino yo, triste, cuitado, que vivo en esta prisión, que ni sé cuándo es de día, ni cuándo las noches son, sino por una avecilla que me cantaba al albor. Matómela un ballestero; déle Dios mal galardón.
- "Romance del prisionero"
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blankensteinthoughts · 6 years ago
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La verdadera felicidad se debe a lo que se espacia, a lo dejado, a lo abundante, a lo vaciado de sentido, a lo excedente, a lo superfluo, vale decir, a hacer lujos respecto de la necesidad, del trabajo y del rendimiento, de la finalidad.
Han
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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Change a ship’s course by one degree, and in a decade, a century, a millennium, that ship will be sailing through entirely different waters.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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Akhandadhi Das
Instead of a detached conscious observer, we choose to define ourselves in terms of our social connections and the physical characteristics of the body. Thus, I come to believe in myself with reference to my gender, race, size, age and so forth, along with the roles and responsibilities of family, work and community. Conditioned by such identification, I indulge in the relevant emotions – some happy, some challenging or distressing – produced by the circumstances I witness myself undergoing.
The more I regard myself as a physical entity requiring various forms of sensual gratification, the more likely I am to objectify those who can satisfy my desires, and to forge relationships based on mutual selfishness. 
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?”.
The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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If you live in a democracy, it implies that you’re an activist. If we are not active, it ceases to be a democracy.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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Aquinas and modern thought -  Andrew Robinson
Remember, too, that modern people also hold untenable beliefs about ways in which the world is orderly or predictable, which break down the moment their cultural bubble is shattered. For example, many middle-class white people believe that success comes from hard work, that the market works for general welfare, and that police are neutral protectors of the weak. These are clearly not tenable beliefs, but they can be sustained within a particular bubble – and they clearly inform what passes for scholarship within some fields today (for instance, mainstream economics, and World Bank development doctrine).
For Aquinas, the body is not the prison of the soul, but a means for its expression.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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P. 96
La forma real de desarrollar la economía de un país y de transformar el medio ambiente es cambiar las mentes de las personas de ese país. Sólo cambiando sus actitudes a actitudes positivas podrá la gente realizar acciones positivas tales como dar a los demás de forma generosa y hacer votos de no robar; y es a través de dichas acciones positivas que se puede ser rico en esta vida y en futuras. Solo este cambio de actitud proporciona a la gente la posibilidad para crear la causa del desarrollo económico y un mejor nivel de vida.
A menos que cambien sus actitudes y sus acciones, los problemas continuarán. Además de esto, y a causa de una vida dura, resultados de las acciones negativas de su pasado, robarán de nuevo y dañarán a los demás para sobrevivir. Pensarán que se están ayudando a sí mismos al robar, pero en realidad están creando de nuevo la causa del mismo problema.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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La Práctica del Bodisatva - Shantideva
No se puede dominar a los seres descontrolados
Cuyo número es infinito como el espacio
Pero sólo con que yo supere mis pensamientos de odio
Esto será equivalente a eliminar todos los enemigos.
¿Dónde puedo encontrar suficiente cuero
Con el que cubrir la superficie de la Tierra?
Sin embargo, si me pongo cuero en las plantas de mis pies
Esto será equivalente a cubrir la Tierra con él.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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Slow Movement
The key here is multiplicity, plurality and diversity, which take time.
Slow Thought, like the Latin vivere vitam, has no object but, like life itself, is embodied in focal practices that allow us to live more fully in an atemporal present, freed from the burden of an imperfect past or the futile promise of a redemptive future.
Slow Thought is a porous way of thinking that is non-categorical, open to contingency, allowing people to adapt spontaneously to the exigencies and vicissitudes of life. Italians have a name for this: arrangiarsi – more than ‘making do’ or ‘getting by’, it is the art of improvisation, a way of using the resources at hand to forge solutions. The porosity of Slow Thought opens the way for potential responses to human predicaments.
Like children’s play, Slow Thought is voluntary, has no task, and can be deferred or suspended at any time. Play creates its own time, rules and sense of order, serving as a model for Slow Thought. And like play, Slow Thought is connected with folly, but is not foolish. Play, in Huizinga’s study, has no biological or moral function – it is neither a physical necessity nor a moral duty. No material interest accrues from play and ‘no profit can be gained by it’.
Just as play helps a child to construct a sense of self, play creates its own community, apart from the common world, by disguise or other means, according to Huizinga.
‘the slogans of our techno-consumerist age’ – Just do it, Move fast and break things, YOLO (You only live once) – which encourage us to ‘act now, think later’. Against a ‘consumer society [that] constantly attempts to remove time for reflection’, philosophy is recommended as ‘a counterbalance to this culture of fast action’.
The problem with ‘fast action’ is that it presumes a sure way of doing things and a uniformity that, in a pinch, we can accelerate.
The Norwegian philosopher Guttorm Fløistad grasped the beat of the Slow Movement when he wrote:
The only thing for certain is that everything changes. The rate of change increases. If you want to hang on, you better speed up. That is the message of today. It could however be useful to remind everyone that our basic needs never change. The need to be seen and appreciated! It is the need to belong. The need for nearness and care, and for a little love! This is given only through slowness in human relations. In order to master changes, we have to recover slowness, reflection and togetherness. There we will find real renewal
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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No one is illegal, no borders.
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blankensteinthoughts · 7 years ago
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Fiat justitia, et pereat mundus -  Fiat ars – pereat mundus
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