the more likely we are to assume that the solution comes from the outside,
the less likely we are to solve our problems ourselves
Don't believe the devil
I don't believe his book
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
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.
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
Friday the 13th is considered an unlucky day in Western superstition.
It occurs when the 13th day of the month in the Gregorian calendar falls on a Friday, which happens at least once every year but can occur up to three times in the same year.
2015 had a Friday the 13th in February, March, and November,
will happen again in 2026;
2017 through 2020 had two Friday the 13ths;
2016, 2021 and 2022 had just one Friday the 13th,
as will 2025;
2023 and 2024 have two Friday the 13ths.
A month has a Friday the 13th if and only if it begins on a Sunday.
One source mentioned for the unlucky nature of the number "13" is a Norse myth about 12 gods having a dinner party in Valhalla.
The trickster god Loki, who was not invited, arrived as the 13th guest, and arranged for Höðr to shoot Balder with a mistletoe-tipped arrow.
"Balder died, and the whole Earth got dark. The whole Earth mourned. It was a bad, unlucky day."
This major event in Norse mythology caused the number 13 to be considered unlucky.
The superstition seems to relate to various things, like the story of Jesus' last supper and crucifixion in which there were 13 individuals present in the Upper Room on the 13th of Nisan Maundy Thursday, the night before his death on Good Friday.
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.
To reveal how your heart flowers,
sway like the summer grove.
—Tagami Kikusha-Ni,
These silent summer nights
even the stars
seem to whisper.
—Kobayashi Issa,
These brown summer grasses?
The only remains
of "invincible" warriors ...
—Matsuo Basho,
Forbearing the night
with its growing brilliance:
the summer moon.
—Tsukioka Yoshitoshi
On a hot summer night
dreams and reality
merge.
—Takahama Kyoshi,
The summer butterfly
has to look sharp
to make its getaway.
—Takahama Kyoshi,
The moon still appears,
though far from home:
summer vagrant.
—Matsuo Basho
The legs of the cranes
have been shortened
by the summer rains.
―Matsuo Basho
A summer river:
disdaining the bridge,
my horse gallops through water.
―Masaoka Shiki
It's hot here at night