“As the sun does not wait for prayers and incantations to rise, but shines forth and is welcomed by all: so you also should not wait for clapping of hands and shouts and praise to do your duty; but do good of your own accord, and you will be loved like the sun.”
— Epictetus, Fragments
Return from a 2 year ban and now fake sex bot accounts follow me more than ever before. What’s good with tumblr these days?
“When a man really desires a thing so deeply that he’s willing to stake his entire future on a single turn of the wheel in order to get it, he is sure to win. Psychologists have correctly said ‘when one is truly ready for a thing, it puts in its appearance.’ Opportunity has a sly habit of slipping in by the back door, and often comes disguised in the form of misfortune or temporary defeat. Perhaps this is why so many fail to recognize opportunity.”
— Think And Grow Rich - Napolean Hill
I’m think I’m addicted to trying to understand people.
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What is erotic about reading (or writing) is the play of imagination called forth in the space between you and your object of knowledge. Poets and novelists, like lovers, touch that space to life with their metaphors and subterfuge. The edges of the space are the edges of the things you love, whose inconcinnities make your mind move. And there is Eros, nervous realist in this sentimental domain, who acts out of a love of paradox, that is as he folds the beloved object out of sight into a mystery, into a blind point where it can float known and unknown, actual and possible, near and far, desired and drawing you on.
