thesyncretismofpolysemy
thesyncretismofpolysemy
we are, in the end, a measure of the love we leave behind
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 11 hours ago
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“Never affirm, always allude: allusions are made to test the spirit and probe the heart.”
— Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 3 days ago
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“Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.”
— Leo Tolstoy, A Confession
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 4 days ago
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“The noun of self becomes a verb.”
— Christopher Alexander
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When the self is a noun: we protect, prove, & perform.
When the self becomes a verb: we express, explore, & embody.
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 5 days ago
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The worst that can be said of a man is that “he did not pay attention.”
— William Meredith
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 5 days ago
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The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.
— Julia Cameron
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 5 days ago
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“It was not my best because there was no substance. There was no substance because there was no experience.”
Lauryn Hill on the music she created
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 5 days ago
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The single greatest challenge for any ambitious person is reframing slowing down as an essential part of your performance, not a reward for your effort.
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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Children:
They come through you but not from you.
Kahlil Gibran
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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Motivation has perfect attendance. It always shows up after you.
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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Dustsceawung (Old English): contemplation of the fact that dust used to be other things - the walls of a city, the chief of the guards, a book, a great tree: dust is always the ultimate destination. Such contemplation may loosen the grip of our worldly desires.
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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On perspective:
“The day I decided that my life was magical, there was suddenly magic all around me.”
-Marabeth Quin
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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Do what makes mornings exciting and nights peaceful.
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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embrace > escape
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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I needed to make, to do the work of unbreaking, in order to feel whole again; I needed something to anchor me to the ongoingness of being alive, to the plasticity of being necessary for turning trauma into self-transcendence. 
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 10 days ago
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broken people break people
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thesyncretismofpolysemy · 11 days ago
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“The old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.”
Antonio Gramsci
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