Not as optimistic as realistic. I don’t live in fear, I’m not afraid to die. Most importantly I am a Christian, only then am I a Comparative Literature and Philosophy student at University of Washington, Seattle. I am strongly interested in theology, philosophy, politics, psychology, literature, film, music, architecture, and photography.
every human nature is always midway between birth and death
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next.
Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M’Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the lying-in hospital and the cemetery, and what you couldn’t state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen.
I have recently stumbled upon a quote by Andy Warhol saying that “art is anything you can get away with.” I understand the significance of Warhol’s work, and have been taught to see it in its historical and social context, and yet he cannot possible be right. Because if art was anything you could get away with then art would not be anything at all, but it is something that comes out from in between us, from our psyche, it is a condition of human life. Art reflects the state of our mind, and if it is reduced to anything then it shows the corruption of our senses, and lack of ability to express ourselves, which seems to be an epidemic of the modern age.
That which the sober man keeps in his breast, the drunken man lets out at the lips. Astute people, when they want to ascertain a man’s true character, make him drunk.
It is death who should be afraid of us.
Many Christians try to be radical in order to look good, when being a real Christian is radical.
Money is the McMansion in Sarasota that starts fallin’ apart after ten years. Power is the old stone building that stands for centuries.
God ordained a redemptive history whose sequence fully displays his glory so that, at the end, the greatest possible number of people would have had the historical antecedents necessary to engender [the most] fervent love for God…. The one thing God is doing in all of redemptive history is to show forth his mercy in such a way that the greatest number of people will throughout eternity delight in him with all their heart, strength and mind…. When the earth of the new creation is filled with such people, then God’s purpose in showing forth his mercy will have been achieved…. All the events of redemptive history and their meaning as recorded in the Bible compose a unity in that they conjoin to bring about this goal.
Procrastination interests philosophers because of its underlying irrationality.
Who fears not death is never moved by threats.
Two women were sitting quietly together minding their own business.
Trust me, don’t ever take my path. Don’t ever do it the way I did it, because everyone won’t make it. You got to be willing to walk in a storm… If there’s something in your life that you know needs changing, make sure you change it before God’s got to change it. Because if God’s got to change it, you ain’t going to like it.
Well there goes my girl, into the chapel
Now she’s walking down the aisle
And it feels just like a mileAnd I shake shake shake like a leaf
And I’m lyin’ lyin’ lyin’ through my teeth
I got a pocket full of handshakes, and it don’t mean nothin’There goes my girl, into the chapel
Now she’s walking down the aisle
And her man begins to smileAnd I shake shake shake like a leaf
And I’m lyin’ lyin’ lyin’ through my teeth
I’m a bowl of bruised fruit, inside a chapel of shiny applesTear up the photograph!
Cause it’s a brand new sky
It’s just a bright blue sky
