Away with Words

'We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.' - Nietzsche

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All the greatest blessings are a source of anxiety, and at no time should fortune be less trusted than when it is best; to maintain prosperity there is need of other prosperity. For everything that comes to us from chance is unstable, and the higher it rises, the more liable it is to fall. Moreover, what is doomed to perish brings pleasure to no one; very wretched, therefore, and not merely short, must the life of those be who work hard to gain what they must work harder to keep. By great toil they attain what they wish, and with anxiety hold what they have attained; meanwhile they take no account of time that will never more return.
Seneca

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Our sense of identity is in large measure conferred on us by others in the ways they treat or mistreat us, recognize or ignore us, praise us or punish us. Some people make us timid and shy; others elicit our sex appeal and dominance. In some groups we are made leaders, while in others we are reduced to being followers. We come to live up to or down to the expectations others have of us. The expectations of others often become self-fulfilling prophecies. Without realizing it, we often behave in ways that confirm the beliefs others have about us. Those subjective beliefs create new realities for us. We often become who other people think we are, in their eyes and in our behavior.
(Philip G. Zimbardo, ‘The Lucifer Effect’)

(Source: elledark)

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Hey Mr. Banker!

Hey Mr. Banker, whaddya say?
You lost the gamble, I’ve gotta pay.
Hey Mr. Banker what a steal!
I get the scraps and you get the meal.
Hey Mr. Banker something stinks!
You float around while everyone sinks.
Hey Mr. Banker, whaddya say?
You lost the gamble, I’ve gotta pay.

Hey Mr. Banker, what’s the news?
You got the green, I got the blues.
Hey Mr. Banker, show some class,
Stop pulling numbers out of your ass!
Hey Mr. Banker, something reeks!
I get the valleys, you get the peaks.
Hey Mr. Banker, what’s the news?
You got the green, I got the blues.

Hey Mr. Banker, aint it strange?
All this pain, and nothing’s changed.
Hey Mr. Banker, how do you sleep?
Counting money or counting sheep?
Hey Mr. Banker, show some shame!
Every number hides a human name.
Hey Mr. Banker, aint it strange?
All this pain, and nothing’s changed.

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Free markets,
Debt slaves,
Late payments,
Early graves,
god kills,
God saves,
Cold Winters,
Heat-waves.

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Reach

You’ll never find yourself
Amongst the crowd,
Or think a thought you
Ought to call your own,
Dissent hangs high upon
The tree of doubt,
We plant the seeds and
Pluck the fruits alone.

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thedailydoodles:

"Living Within the Scratch in Time"
Like a scratched record, the Time Travelers repeat their mistakes.Whether reasons selfish or good intentioned, their timeline always breaks.
Constantly trapping themselves within a pointless box,And time eternally starting over, as it reaches the paradox.
Thinking they’ve traveled forward, they’re doomed to relive the past.This time it’ll play out the same way again, just like it did in the last.
(Starring the amazing Catherine!)
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thedailydoodles:

"Living Within the Scratch in Time"

Like a scratched record, 
the Time Travelers repeat their mistakes.
Whether reasons selfish or good intentioned, 
their timeline always breaks.

Constantly trapping themselves within a pointless box,
And time eternally starting over, as it reaches the paradox.

Thinking they’ve traveled forward, they’re doomed to relive the past.
This time it’ll play out the same way again, just like it did in the last.

(Starring the amazing Catherine!)

Wanna appear in your very own Daily Doodle?  CLICK HERE!
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