When she saw a keyboard for the first time, she had wondered why the letters weren’t in alphabetical order, but she had then promptly forgotten about it.
She assumed it was simply the best layout for people to type quickly
the QWERTY keyboard,
because that’s the order of the letters on the first row of keys
The first machine was invented by Christopher Sholes, in 1873, to improve on calligraphy, but there was a problem:
If a person typed very fast, the keys got stuck together and stopped the machine from working.
Then Sholes designed the QWERTY keyboard, a keyboard that would oblige typists to type more slowly.
Remington—which made sewing machines as well as guns at the time—used the QWERTY keyboard for its first typewriters.
That meant that more people were forced to learn that particular system, and more companies started to make those keyboards, until it became the only available model.
The keyboard on typewriters and computers was designed so that people would type more slowly, not more quickly
Each human being is unique, each with their own qualities, instincts, forms of pleasure, and desire for adventure.
However, society always imposes on us a collective ways of behaving, and people never stop to wonder why they should behave like that.
They just accept it, the way typists accepted the fact that the QWERTY keyboard was the best possible one.
Have you ever met anyone is your entire life who asked why the hands of a clock should go in one particular direction and not the other?
Human beings are the only ones in nature who are aware that they will die.
knowing that their days are numbered and that everything will end when they least expect it, people make of their lives a battle that is worthy of a being with eternal life.
What people regard as vanity-leaving great works, having children, acting in such a way as to prevent one's name from being forgotten-
the highest expression of human dignity
Going after a dream has a price.
It may mean abandoning our habits, it may make us go through hardships, or it may lead us to disappointment, et cetera.
But however costly it may be,
it is never as high as the price paid by people who didn’t live.
Because one day they will look back and hear their own heart say:
I wasted my life.
We are all growing and changing shape, we notice certain weaknesses that need to be corrected, we don't always choose the best solutions, but we carry on regardless, trying to remain upright and decent, in order to do honor not to the walls or the doors or the windows, but to the empty space inside, the space where we worship and venerate what is dearest and most important to us
When he was creating this picture, Leonardo da Vinci encountered a serious problem: he had to depict Good - in the person of Jesus - and Evil - in the figure of Judas, the friend who resolves to betray him during the meal. He stopped work on the painting until he could find his ideal models.
One day, when he was listening to a choir, he saw in one of the boys the perfect image of Christ. He invited him to his studio and made sketches and studies of his face.
Three years went by. The Last Supper was almost complete, but Leonardo had still not found the perfect model for Judas. The cardinal responsible for the church started to put pressure on him to finish the mural.
After many days spent vainly searching, the artist came across a prematurely aged youth, in rags and lying drunk in the gutter. With some difficulty, he persuaded his assistants to bring the fellow directly to the church, since there was no time left to make preliminary sketches.
The beggar was taken there, not quite understanding what was going on. He was propped up by Leonardo's assistants, while Leonardo copied the lines of impiety, sin and egotism so clearly etched on his features.
When he had finished, the beggar, who had sobered up slightly, opened his eyes and saw the picture before him. With a mixture of horror and sadness he said:
'I've seen that picture before!'
'When?' asked an astonished Leonardo.
'Three years ago, before I lost everything I had, at a time when I used to sing in a choir and my life was full of dreams. The artist asked me to pose as the model for the face of Jesus
When faced with a loss, it is no use trying to recover what has gone.
On the other hand, a great space has been opened up in your life
- there it lies, empty, waiting to be filled with something new.
At the moment of one’s loss,
contradictory as this might seem,
one is being given a large slice of freedom
in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, Heaven or Hell is born.
Hell is when we look back during that fraction of a second and know that we wasted an opportunity to dignify the miracle of life.
Paradise is being able to say at that moment:
"I made some mistakes, but I wasn`t a coward. I lived my life and did what I had to do.”
William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream is a romantic comedy about four young Athenian lovers and a troupe of amateur actors who get lost in an enchanted forest. They become unwitting pawns in the domestic disputes of the fairy king and queen, resulting in magical mayhem, mistaken identities, and hilarious transformations
If we shadows have offended,
think of this and all is mended:
that you have but slumber'd here,
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding than a dream.
Gentles -- do not reprehend.
If you pardon -- we will mend.
And -- as I am an honest puck,
if we have unearned luck
now to'scape the serpents' tongue,
we will make amends, ere long.
Else the puck a liar call.
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends
and Robin shall restore amends.