Most people are like sheep.
Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing more than to be left alone so they can graze.
But then of course there are wolves. Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep.
But there’s a third kind of person. The sheepdog.
Sheepdogs have fangs like wolves. But their instinct isn’t predation. It’s protection.
All they want, what they live for, is to protect the flock.
It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil - which is the view that religion has.
The stage is too big for the drama
The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy.
The nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product.
He was invented by Turgenev, and completed by Dostoevsky
. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People's Palace rose out debris of a novel.
Literature always anticipates life.
It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose.
ancient civilizations would make human sacrifices
the run-off from the furnaces would be discharged to water sources like rivers
the discharge from the human sacrifices contained lye that would make clothes cleaner than water from any part of the river’s course.
The locals then used the discovery of lye to invent soap that is actually used to clean clothes.
without human sacrifice, there would be no progress in humanity
the first soap was made of heroes
the process of manufacturing soap is brutal and demands sacrifice because animals have to be slaughtered in the process and bodies harvested to generate the state of cleanliness.
The process of making soap thus signifies the brutality that exists in the world.
The product, which is the soap that washes away all the dirt from people’s lives, is also symbolic of the pain and sacrifice that has to be made to keep the world evolving.
Think about the animals used in product testing. Think about the monkeys shot in space. Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice, we would have nothing
the sacrifices that have to be made to keep the world clean
That to be free, you cannot change your cage.
You have to change yourself.
When I used to look out at this world, all I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and controls, its leaders and laws.
But now, I see another world.
A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace.
I can't tell you how to get there,
but I know if you can free your mind,
you'll find a way
In some remote corner of the universe,
poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems,
there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge.
That was the haughtiest and most mendacious minute of "world history"
- yet only a minute.
After nature had drawn a few breaths
the star grew cold,
and the clever animals had to die
We deny that we're tired,
we deny we are scared,
we deny how badly we want to succeed,
and most importantly
we deny that we are in denial.
We only see what we want to see,
and believe what we want to believe,
and it works.
We lie to ourselves so much that after awhile the lies start to seem like the truth.
We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.
July's for Independence Day,
For flags and speeches and for play,
For hiding deep in meadow grass
And watching flying creatures pass,
For sailing boats on little seas,
Where just the smallest summer breeze
Can blow; for picking flowers any day;
July comes for flags and play.
A very pleasant month is this
To be in a country town.
The sunlight doth the foliage kiss,
Each verdant leaflet beams with bliss,
I see not one that's brown.
Fresh zephyrs fan the thrifty trees
The oaks, the elms, the willows,
The lake's face caressed by the breeze
In imitation of the seas,
Is flecked with tiny billows.
I am for the open meadows,
Open meadows full of sun,
Where the hot bee hugs the clover,
The hot breezes drop and run.
Now 'tis the time when, tall,
The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam
Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream,
In many a fragrant ball,
Blooms of the button-bush fall.
Gone are Spring's graces! mute her melodies!
Yet in their place what Summer can bestow,
Freely she yields; she tunes the river's flow
To gentlest music,—fills with sweets the breeze,—
Gives the last flush of leafage to the trees,—
Flowers to Earth's nursing bosom,—to the sky
Brightness oppressive from intensity,—
And calms, with halcyon wing, the azure seas.
Such are her spells!—yet I look back on Spring
(As middle age delights on youth to pore)
With feelings mournful, but unmurmuring.
I ever loved the bud more than the flower
And hope than full enjoyment: thence I cling
Alike to life's and nature's budding hour.
When the scarlet cardinal tells
Her dream to the dragon fly,
And the lazy breeze makes a nest in the trees,
And murmurs a lullaby,
It is July.
In idle mood, this happy day,
I let the moments drift away;
I lie among the tangled grass
And watch the crinkling billows pass
O'er seas of clover. Like a tide
That sets across the meadow wide,
The crimson-crested ripples run
From isles of shade to shores of sun;
And one white lily seems to be
A sail upon this summer sea,
Blown northward, bringing me, to-day,
A fragrant freight from far Cathay.
The sun gleams over the mountains,
And through the hazy air
It lightens the sombre hill-sides,
And meadows green and fair.
It gilds the light clouds drifting
Adown the summer sky;
There's beauty in the dawning
Of a morning in July.
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July
My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe
The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe,
And bent before me the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command,
And there is thirst and fever in the air;
The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer,
and July the juice middle,
August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August
July is the seventh month of the year in the Gregorian calendar. It has 31 days and is a summer month in the Northern Hemisphere, and a winter month in the Southern Hemisphere. It is named after Roman general Julius Caesar. In the Northern Hemisphere, it is often the warmest month of the year
The July birthstone is ruby. It is a vibrant red gemstone known for its association with love, passion, and vitality,
Flowers that represent the month of July are the larkspur and water lily. In the Astrological zodiac, the zodiac sign of a person born between July 1st and July 22nd is the crab, Cancer, and the zodiac sign of a person born between July 23rd and July 31st is the lion, Leo.
July is named in honor of Julius Caesar. Originally, the month was called Quintilis (meaning "fifth" in Latin) as it was the fifth month in the early Roman calendar, which started with March. However, in 44 BC, after Caesar's death, the Roman Senate renamed it July
As the heart of summer, July represents a time of growth, abundance, and inner illumination. In many cultures and traditions, the seventh month of the year holds deep spiritual meaning, connecting to themes of transformation, creativity, and personal empowerment
July
My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe
The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe,
And bent before me the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command,
And there is thirst and fever in the air;
The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
Summer Sunshine - Song by The Corrs
"Cruel Summer"
Summer Breeze
Summer in the City
Hot in the City - Song by Billy Idol
"Summer Rain" - Belinda Carlisle
Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
Summertime - Song by Bon Jovi
Summertime - Song by New Kids On The Block
on the local news about a year ago.
A teen football player had died in a car accident.
The cameras showed all his friends after the funeral—these big hulking guys, all in tears, saying, “I loved him. We all loved him so much.”
I wondered if these guys had told the football player they loved him while he was alive,
or whether it was only with death that this strange word, love, could be used.
We are all dying,
every moment that passes of every day.
That is the inescapable truth of this existence.
It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear,
or one that can energize us with impatience,
with the desire to explore and experience,
with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action.
To be alive,
under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy.
To dance with every step,
be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.
If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one.
Better yet, give him none.
Let him forget there is such a thing as war.
If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it.
Peace
Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year.
Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information.
Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change.
Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.
Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure and equate the universe, which just wont be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.
The first season of Reacher was based on Killing Floor, Child's 1997 debut novel,
The third season based on Persuader the seventh book
One Shot is the ninth book in the Jack Reacher series written by Lee Child. The book title is based on "One shot, one kill," the military sniper's creed. The novel was adapted into the 2012 film starring Tom Cruise as the title character.
The second season, based on Bad Luck and Trouble the eleventh book
Gone Tomorrow is the thirteenth book will be adapted to screen for the upcoming fourth season
Never Go Back is the eighteenth book
produced the 2016 film adaptation, Jack Reacher: Never Go Back, as a sequel to 2012 film, Jack Reacher.
The book continues the storyline covered in the novels
61 Hours - book 14
Worth Dying For - book 15
and
A Wanted Man - book 17
Academic Professor
University - PhD
Businessman
Sales - City - Wealth
Musician
Bass - Guitar - Vocal
Stage
Bodybuilder Athlete
Gym - contest stage
Martial Arts Champion
Karate - Judo - Boxing - Cage
Mat - Ring - Cage
Martial Arts Master - Teacher
Dojo
Ninja
Japan
Army Officer
Soldier - War
Spy
Intelligence
Magician
Spells
Porn Star
Holiday rep - model
Doctor
Hospital
Bouncer
Clubs - Fights
During the Northern Hemisphere's summer solstice, the upper half of the earth is tilted toward the sun, creating the longest day and shortest night of the year. This solstice falls between June 20 and 22.
Solstices are when days and nights are at their most extreme
That means the sun's warmth and light fall unequally on the northern and southern halves of the planet. The solstices mark the times during the year when this tilt is at its most extreme, and days and nights are at their most unequal.
During the summer solstice, the earth's axis is tilted at its closest point from the sun. This means that in the northern hemisphere, the sun is at its highest point in the sky. It's also the longest day of the year - and the shortest night.
Equinoxes and solstices are key points in Earth's orbit around the sun that mark the transition between seasons. Equinoxes occur when the Earth's axis is tilted neither toward nor away from the sun, resulting in nearly equal day and night lengths worldwide. Solstices occur when the Earth's tilt is at its maximum towards or away from the sun, resulting in the longest and shortest days of the year, respectively
Celebrations were marked by bonfires to boost the sun's strength for the growing season. The bonfires also symbolized protection, fertility, and prosperity. Similarly, the ancient Romans honored Vesta, goddess of the hearth, with a festival that culminated around the summer solstice.
When you're honouring the Summer Solstice, the sun, and our natural world, there isn't much you can do more in line with the occasion than getting outside in the garden. You could also plant flowers that are believed to represent the sun, like sunflowers and carnations
The goddess often associated with the Summer Solstice in Celtic traditions is Áine, an Irish goddess of summer, love, and wealth. She is also known as a fairy queen and is associated with the sun, wealth, and sovereignty
The Summer Solstice time was an event of tremendous importance to the proto-Druids of the New Stone Age, who built a number of magnificent megaliths aligned to the sunrise on this day.
On the summer solstice, you may observe that the Sun's path across the sky is curved—NOT a straight line. It appears to rise and keeps veering to the right as it passes high overhead. This is quite different from the laser-straight path the Sun moves along in late March and late September, near the equinoxes
Over the centuries, the June solstice has inspired many festivals and midsummer celebrations involving bonfires, picnics, singing, watching the sun rise and Maypole dancing. Many towns and villages across Britain still mark the day.
The summer solstice, the longest day of the year, holds significant spiritual meaning across various cultures and traditions. It's often viewed as a time of illumination, renewal, and celebration, symbolizing the triumph of light over darkness and the peak of the sun's energy.
Mysticism and magic are a common theme in midsummer folklore across the world as well as in the UK. Magic was thought to be strongest during the summer solstice and myths told of the world turning upside down or the sun standing still at midsummer.
The summer solstice or estival solstice occurs when one of Earth's poles has its maximum tilt toward the Sun. It happens twice yearly, once in each hemisphere (Northern and Southern). The summer solstice is the day with the longest period of daylight and shortest night of the year in that hemisphere, when the sun is at its highest position in the sky. At either pole there is continuous daylight at the time of its summer solstice. The opposite event is the winter solstice.
On the summer solstice, Earth's maximum axial tilt toward the Sun is 23.44°. Likewise, the Sun's declination from the celestial equator is 23.44°. In areas outside the tropics, the sun reaches its highest elevation angle at solar noon on the summer solstice.
