While you are experimenting, do not remain content with the surface of things.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The world is content with setting right the surface of things.
quote by John Henry Cardinal Newman
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Just To Be On The Surface
Some do their 'ooohhhs and aaahhhs'
Over the appearance of things.
With a caring less of content.
If it should impress physically...
Mentally, that is all for some,
That needs to be addressed.
Many live just to be on the surface.
To shop and dress and look their best.
With little or no depth at all to express.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.
quote by Charles Darwin
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in God.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in God.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in God.
I had wild Jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in God.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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I believe that the brain has evolved over millions of years to be responsive to different kinds of content in the world. Language content, musical content, spatial content, numerical content, etc.
quote by Howard Gardner
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There are two sorts of curiosity -- the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
quote by Robert Lynd
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There are two sorts of curiosity - the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
quote by Robert Wilson Lynd
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Unspoken
There's so many things
I'd like to say, but I can't not today.
So many things unspoken.
It leaves me tired and broken.
I'm so afraid you'll think me a joke,
if of these things I spoke.
Unspoken they remain,
feeling that I cannot explain.
I'm exausted from refrain.
To you I don't dare complain.
If to you these words were spoken.
I fear that you would leave me broken.
Then I'd definetley feel like croakin.
Unspoken these things will remain,
and there's no one to be blamed.
For I think we both feel ashamed,
of these things I cannot explain.
So forever they shall remain unspoken
poem by Michael McParland
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Slower Doses
On the surface it would appear,
Useless studies...
Pitting the blacks against whites,
And other 'minorities'
Would continue to delight,
With excitement...
Those who enjoy comparisons
Between a pampered Poodle,
And an abandoned German Shepard.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Where is the logic?
Other than to feed one's mental insecurities!
Graphs and charts depicting disparities,
Seem to be a tradition
To monitor the the ambitions,
And success of implanted ignorance!
But purposes on the surface,
Of 'things' manmade...
Are not revealed.
Intentions are concealed!
However...
This activity does show an advancement of sorts!
It continues to spread light
On all uses of effective weapons,
In place
That bring progressive societies
To complete ruin!
And ultimate disgrace.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Unless a cause and reason...
To implement genocide,
With documentation
As a means to maintain stolen lifestyles
Are maintained...
For those who prefer their own devastation,
In slower doses!
To ensure the rise of insanity is not mistaken!
Results of that achievement,
Has already been observed!
It makes no sense...
On surface of 'things' manmade!
Forget they do
'Where' the true power of all existence...
As we know it,
Originates!
From dimensions unseen!
Contemplating.
And 'Its' ultimate weapon has yet to be felt,
But comes!
To 'snap' some out of their illusion of 'greatness'
As to 'what' controls...
And 'who' survives,
From such mindless deeds of the greedy
Who see themselves as conquerers!
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Gonna Wake Up?
God dont make no promises that he dont keep.
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl marx has got ya by the throat, henry kissingers got you tied up in knots.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled,
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs thatll never cure your ills.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got men who cant hold their peace and women who cant control their tongues,
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools,
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move,
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think hes just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You cant take it with you and you know that its too worthless to be sold,
They tell you, time is money as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Theres a man up on a cross and hes been crucified.
Do you have any idea why or for who he died?
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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A matter for no shyness
No one has escaped it so far
The distinct possibility is very far
There is no ban or bar
Cowards may face it in war
It will not take them away
They will be confused on the way
Who else can come to their rescue?
They have lost everything which was due
Nothing can be proved as such
You can do nothing or much
It may prove as disaster
He will become slave and not master
Guilt is inbuilt
Not to go in it
It may remain there
You can go no where
It will bother
Affect no other
Eat you up from within
Let it remain in
Don’t allow it to surface
No to shame on face
It is not the race
It shouldn't be hidden in any case
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Much Can Be Accomplished
Substance with content,
To affect with effectiveness...
Is the foundation of meaning.
With a purpose to communicate comprehension.
That's all an open dialogue should be.
And if a listening is done with a priority,
So much can be accomplished...
With an exchange of appreciated awareness!
However...
A stubbornness may have content,
But the affect of it loses its effectiveness,
When a kept patience...
Can no longer be expected to remain justified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prepare the world for the pleasure of being fair
Many a people do not live
They are just alive
It is not, believe, not a lie
But as true as the blue sky
Not that they can’t try
They are always lost in a cry
Over spilt milk and fry
Their enthusiasm in thoughts dry
Never take that this does mean
That they are weak and mean
They are as strong and clean
As each one in any clan
Make them understand and feel that
My things are mine
And they are like a mine
Unexplored and a lot remain
To be discovered and made fine
And that
My things are much more
Than what surface above the floor
Rigorous search brings them to the fore
As exercise only makes you sweat more
Teach them how to be assertive
Help them become sensitive
Quite sure, they grow positive
Productive and thus effective
The ultimate is to make everyone share
The things, they think, are rare
And only for them, and to prepare
The world enjoy the pleasure of being fair
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mimesis: Surface Concept
contrary
pure concept
the content
of a surface
as an absolutely
nonsensuous concept
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As with all my work, whether it's a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I'm trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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Play is experimenting with chance.
quote by Novalis
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You Remain
As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.
Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories
Come and go.
Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.
poem by Arthur Symons
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