Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.
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Love and passion
Consciousness accompanying impulses
Is determined solely by the impulses,
Consciousness itself having no influence
Like that shades accompanying objects
Is determined solely by the objects
Isn’t love mere a shade of passion?
21.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.
quote by George Santayana
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If egotism means a terrific interest in one's self, egotism is absolutely essential to efficient living.
quote by Arnold Bennett
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If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.
quote by Alexander Smith
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Since our economy is closely allied with that of foreign countries, not one of us can be indifferent to what consequences these disturbances can have at home and abroad.
quote by Hjalmar Schacht
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Obscure
How obscure
To heal a heart full of hatred
Through the light of forgiveness...
How obscure
To cure blindness
Through the light of open-mindedness...
How obscure
To cure deafness
Through the light of consciousness...
How obscure
To cure dumbness
Through the light of intelligence...
How obscure...
To heal a hand of hostility
Through the light of kindness...
How obscure
To cure a paralytic
Through the light of liberty...
How obscure
To cure sickness
Through the light of benevolence...
How obscure to understand
To heal physicality
Through the presence of spirituality
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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To appreciate and use correctly a valuable maxim requires a genius; a vital appropriating exercise of mind closely allied to that which first created it.
quote by William R. Alger
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Responsibility Encoded Truth
most hide from the truth
but truth demands responsibility
accuracy empathy sensibility
lost is discernment rare art
logic applied sense sensibility?
No rare is once prized rare art
valued sense and sensibility?
most hide from inconvenient truth
but truth demands responsibility
integrity morality sensibility
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Is No Need to Be Discouraged By This
No matter what it is you may do,
You are going to meet...
With someone's disapproval.
And there is no need to be discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
People don't have to know you!
See you or come in contact...
For their entire lives.
Just to know you exist for some,
Who are ready to dismiss you...
Like a piece of chewing gum,
Is enough to piss them off.
Some folks have been nurtured,
To perceive themselves as having territorial rights.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
Because they believe with simple sensibilities,
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has some who are inhaling,
Exhaling without their approval sought.
And someone from the time they were born,
Fed them this impression.
And has led them to the 'Wall of Instability'
For reasons to give them a purpose to live.
With feelings they 'must' defeat,
And conquer over their own insecurities.
Assigned in their minds,
To arrogance and self importance.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
There are those who believe,
With simple sensibilities...
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has to meet with their inhaling and exhaling approval.
And they will poison it with conflict,
If they have to protect their interests...
At any cost as witnessed.
However...
There is no need to get discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V – 2010) The Winners of the Game
Pride & Prejudice
Makes one strong;
Sense & Sensibility
Seems going wrong.
Pride & Prejudice
Rushes with ego;
Sense & Sensibility
Receives the blow.
Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game;
Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same.
It’s not because
The times are unfair
Or that people nowadays
For goodness little care.
It’s just because
The Game is of
Darkening the light,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Losing one’s sight,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Deviating from the right.
So after all
Though Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game
And, Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same
Pride and Prejudice
Remains blind
And, Sense and Sensibility
Remains kind.
And when they encounter works of art which show that using new media can lead to new experiences and to new consciousness, and expand our senses, our perception, our intelligence, our sensibility, then they will become interested in this music.
quote by Karlheinz Stockhausen
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Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
poem by Maya Angelou
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To Sensibility
In SENSIBILITY'S lov'd praise
I tune my trembling reed,
And seek to deck her shrine with bays,
On which my heart must bleed!
No cold exemption from her pain
I ever wish to know;
Cheer'd with her transport, I sustain
Without complaint her woe.
Above whate'er content can give,
Above the charm of ease,
The restless hopes and fears, that live
With her, have power to please.
Where, but for her, were Friendship's power
To heal the wounded heart,
To shorten sorrow's ling'ring hour,
And bid its gloom depart?
'Tis she that lights the melting eye
With looks to anguish dear;
She knows the price of every sigh,
The value of a tear.
She prompts the tender marks of love
Which words can scarce express;
The heart alone their force can prove,
And feel how much they bless.
Of every finer bliss the source!
'Tis she on love bestows
The softer grace, the boundless force,
Confiding passion knows;
When to another, the fond breast
Each thought for ever gives;
When on another leans for rest,
And in another lives!
Quick, as the trembling metal flies
When heat or cold impels,
Her anxious heart to joy can rise,
Or sink where anguish dwells!
Yet though her soul must griefs sustain
Which she alone can know,
And feel that keener sense of pain
Which sharpens every woe;
Though she, the mourners' grief to calm,
Still shares each pang they feel,
And, like the tree distilling balm,
Bleeds others' wounds to heal;
Though she, whose bosom, fondly true,
Has never wish'd to range,
One alter'd look will trembling view,
And scarce can bear the change;
Though she, if death the bands should tear
She vainly thought secure,
Through life must languish in despair,
That never hopes a cure;
Though wounded by some vulgar mind,
Unconscious of the deed,
Who never seeks those wounds to bind,
But wonders why they bleed;--
She oft will heave a secret sigh,
Will shed a lonely tear,
O'er feelings nature wrought so high,
And gave on terms so dear.
Yet who would hard INDIFFERENCE choose,
Whose breast no tears can steep?
Who, for her apathy, would lose
The sacred power to weep?
Though in a thousand objects pain
And pleasure tremble nigh,
Those objects strive to reach in vain
The circle of her eye.
Cold as the fabled god appears
To the poor suppliant's grief,
Who bathes the marble form in tears,
And vainly hopes relief.
Ah, GREVILLE ! why the gifts refuse
To souls like thine allied?
No more thy nature seem to lose,
No more thy softness hide.
No more invoke the playful sprite
To chill, with magic spell,
The tender feelings of delight,
And anguish sung so well;
That envied case thy heart would prove
Were sure too dearly bought
With friendship, sympathy, and love,
And every finer thought.
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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Existing As Is and Not Wished
I pray everyday to understand the unknown.
To grasp onto sensibilities.
Shown.
Hoping to uncover a hint of relevance.
With a belief something done,
Is making sense to someone...
Somewhere.
In this mental collective,
Referred to as 'consciousness'.
Or an interpretation of it.
Finding an acceptance.
If not present in my own environment,
To exist as is.
Beyond values given,
To preposterous myths.
With an awakening of a consciousness...
Experienced!
And not wished as a possibility.
Many choose to ignore.
But available to those curious.
And motivated with ambition.
Discovered as relevant.
To be explored.
And not chased away by superstitions,
Employed.
To limit a life one decides,
And has a right to live enjoyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remove the Limitations of Our Ignorance
Bow your heads,
And together let us pray.
Dear Father,
Creator of all our sensibilities.
You are the Sun of Power.
And 'we' Your reflections,
Leeching on this planet called Earth.
And nourished by the Moon with You.
To flourish as it is Your wish.
Dear Father,
Creator of all our sensibilities.
Remove the limitations of our ignorance,
Experienced!
And with the 'spirit guides' who have been assigned,
To protect us with their teachings...
Remove from our steps those obstacles we regret.
Although with each step...
Some of us forget,
How powerful You are, My Father.
And they choose to grieve themselves to death.
Like sheep blinded by self reflection,
But without direction...
Faithfully digested to respect.
And help us not to be just leeches.
Help us be the best of humans...
Creatures You believe can be,
Of a Superior Consciousness
Amen.
We love You Father.
And those 'guides' assigned to protect us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Me Over Closely
look me over closely
tell me what you see
the lady likes to look her best
before she pours the tea
you said I'm ????
that makes the evening sun go down
oh look me over closely
tell me what you find
but don't be over anxious
I'm not the marryin' kind
I'm a poor in a storm
you'll harbor where it's warm
in my arms you will hide
from the great big world outside
oh but when you come and see me
don't try to change my ways
you'll have a part within my heart
and there you'll always stay
there's room for all
not for all
but don't blame me
if you fall
so look me over closely
and then make up your mind
but darling please remember this
I'm holding you before we kiss
so look me over closely
because I may be the marryin' kind
oh well I may be the marryin' kind
oh well I may be the marryin' kind
oh
song performed by by White Stripes
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Experience is never limited, and it is never complete it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every airborne particle in its tissue.
quote by Henry James
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Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.
quote by Henry James
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
quote by William Blake
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