The grass seeks her crowd in the earth,
The tree seeks his solitude in the sky.
R. Tagore
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
eternal silence
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
R. Tagore
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
R. Tagore
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 04, 2010
I
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming. - Goethe
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