#perceptions

[philosophybits]

When I talk about having no feelings, I mean that a man doesn’t allow likes or dislikes to get in and do him harm. He just lets things be the way they are and doesn’t try to help life along.

Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Zhuangzi, Watson tr. (Ch 5)

[conscious-pisces]

“True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing. The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.”

—Seneca

[stoicmike]

No matter how odd or unusual your perceptions are — to you, they seem normal. -- Michael Lipsey

[lucasparbo]

Portal III

2023

[heylittlestellbird]

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[random-xpressions]

There's a trouble however with the human nature that whatever you show them is what they would take you for. Somehow they believe their eyes more than anything else. They fail to see that there's always more to an individual than what he brings to the table. I may talk at length about romance - does that make me a romantic? I may talk at length about God - does that make me His chosen favourite? I find it quite laughable that people usually lack the insight to see past another - their judgements are formed by the apparent, never seeking to dig into the deeper layers. By the amount of what I write about sex, I must most definitely be a gigolo...

Random Xpressions

[petshopbibliography]

Letter to the editor, Chicago Reader, J.P. Ven, May 23, 1991

But, when at least two-thirds of the audience attending were gay men and women (which was obvious if one was out in the lobby at intermission), when everyone of any import involved with the show is gay or at least expressed in the show a very gay sensibility, when the show raged with camp and homoeroticism (no, Chris was not stripping for the female members of the audience) from the first note to the last, then it behooves a reviewer, whether he is straight or gay, to mention these facts. Of course it was “more theater than rock concert.” Of course it was “devoid of . . . false emotion, thrusting hips, and wailing screams.” Of course there was a “luscious, detailed” (and I might add, very witty) program. And of course, Neil and Chris changed costumes dozens of times. They were dead serious about it all and having a wonderful time, too. The show was all the things you mentioned in your review and much more simply because it was gay. You’re not going to see another show much like it anytime soon, either.

[soulinkpoetry]

When the first man who is supposed to teach you how a woman should be loved abandons you, then you don’t expect much after that. And while you search and are in need of the opposite, in fact in your adulthood you’re attracted to emotionally avoidant type of men because that is your familiar. It’s ironic, but unless you resolve your issues from childhood, you’ll always be in relationships that don’t fulfill your needs.

Women who haven’t felt a father’s love will want to be held and be told they are loved. In a way they want to be “ babied “ . Their inner child still craves what they never had, thus they come across as needy.

We can’t fix dead beat fathers , so it’s our responsibility to fix ourselves by digging in and learning how to form healthy and secure attachments.

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[philosophybitmaps]

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

Now I suddenly saw Habit in a completely new perspective. Until now I had considered it above all as a negative force suppressing the originality and even our awareness of our perceptions; now I saw it as a fearsome goddess, so attached to us, with her inscrutable face so grafted on to our hearts that if she detaches herself and turns away from us, this deity, whose presence we were barely able to discern, inflicts upon us the most terrible suffering, and then she is as cruel as death.

from In Search of Lost Time, Book 6: The Fugitive by Marcel Proust

[prosegalaxy]

In the land where humans and fantastical creatures coexisted, a secret was whispered beneath the stars. A twist revealed that love transcended all boundaries. The enchanted forest hummed with newfound acceptance as hearts entwined in harmony.

[philosophybits]

Setting aside some metaphysicians ... I may venture to affirm of the rest of mankind, that they are nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual flux and movement.

David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature

[conscious-pisces]

“The highest activity a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free.”

—Baruch Spinoza

[ukdamo]

Abecedarian on the Good Father

Keith Leonard

As he holds his wife’s hand, the nurse tells him to breathe. He will be a good father. He  could be. His wife tows a boat on land with her teeth.  Don’t worry. Good father. Breathe. Later, everyone smiles when he jogs with the stroller. He  feigns interest in ponies. He pushes a swing and his daughter giggles. He applies sunblock, and  helps warm the bottle, and he is inducted into the fatherly hall of fame. He  jumps on the trampoline, and the chorus sings Good Father. He wipes ketchup off her cheek at the zoo, and the old women  laud. He is told he is a new breed of man. Evolved. His knuckles just barely or never scraping the ground. He hugs often enough, packs her lunch, and the crowd  pours on the applause. He lays her down for  quiet time. It goes somewhat well.  Rejoice, the people shout, for here is a saint, as he lifts diapers to the conveyor belt. Truthfully, he feels slightly unwell. A bowl of plastic fruit is pretty, but  vaguely toxic. He sleeps fine without a mouth affixed to his chest. His bottle of Xanax is half full. The nurse says, You will be a good father. He jogs with the stroller. He reaches the zenith of a very small hill. 

[infinitysisters]

lol

[heylittlestellbird]

Hey! Ik we don’t talk much…but could u maybe make me a me themed mood board? You don’t gotta!!!

ask and ye shall recieve!

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