Source: SoundCloud / Octave Minds
Using our non-Shire-reckoning calendar, today, September 22nd, is Bilbo and Frodo Baggins’ birthday. Celebrate accordingly. :)
Death owns a wasted kingdom.
Bless and restore the blind, straighten the broken limb.
These mended stones shall build Jerusalem.
Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet and sit down and be brave.
The United States is far less capable of doing the right thing than is widely appreciated — not because our military isn’t capable, but because it isn’t useful for the kinds of things we need to accomplish. For that, we need different tools — the tools of reconstruction, stabilization, coercion, political pressure, diplomacy, the whole package. This is an emotionally unsatisfying explanation because it is complicated and doesn’t come wrapped in a tidy Tweetable moralistic bow (like ‘Bush lied, people died!’ or ‘nation building is hubris!’).
But it is true. If you want to see the next four presidential administrations lob bombs at Iraq and Mali and Somalia and Pakistan with no end in sight, then our military is well equipped to do the job, and we will live in a world of forever war. If you want a just and lasting peace among nations, our military cannot build it alone. Some sort of broader, messy, and complicated intervention — by the United States, the U.N., NATO, the Arab League, the African Union, someone — will have to be part of it.
The new girl in my class speaks like German and Dutch mix. But it’s not German and Dutch, it’s gibberish.
Source: SoundCloud / Maximilian Juni
A man is one whose body has been trained to be the ready servant of his mind; whose passions are trained to be the servants of his will; who enjoys the beautiful, loves truth, hates wrong, loves to do good, and respects others as himself.
Can you have me to dinner either Wednesday or Friday? Would you be willing to have Bay and Bessie also? Then we could discuss the Hittite empire, the Pithecanthropus, and Magyar love songs, and the exact relations of the Atli of the Volsunga Saga to the Etzel of the Nibelungenlied, and of both to Attila — with interludes by Cabot about the rate bill, Beveridge, and other matters of more vivid contemporary interest. Ever yours,
The Writer’s Oath
I promise solemnly:
1. to write as often and as much as I can,
2. to respect my writing self, and
3. to nurture the writing of others.
I accept these responsibilities and shall honour them always.
At the bottom of every test, one of my high school teachers would ask for the following definition of responsibility: “[it is] the acceptance of one’s self as the cause of one’s current situation, and it is the willingness to cope with that situation.” Seems a bit harsh in retrospect (surely there must be other factors), but the causality principle is true nevertheless. My actions have consequences that either help or hinder me. I must recognize and accept both if I want to walk in step with reality. Which is quite fitting, because the teacher in question taught physics and chemistry, sciences devoted to causes and effects in the natural world. How wonderful that, at the same time as he explained these processes, he taught me something about my own inner workings.