I took a piece of the rare cloth of Ch'i,
White silk glowing and pure as frost on snow,
And made you a fan of harmony and joy,
As flawlessly round as the full moon.
Carry it always, nestled in your sleeve.
Wave it and it will make a cooling breeze.
I hope, when Autumn comes back
And the North wind drives away the heat,
You will not store it away amongst old gifts
And forget it, long before it is worn out.
- Lady P'an
@rookie54said I took a piece of the rare cloth of Ch'i,
White silk glowing and pure as frost on snow,
And made you a fan of harmony and joy,
As flawlessly round as the full moon.
Carry it always, nestled in your sleeve.
Wave it and it will make a cooling breeze.
I hope, when Autumn comes back
And the North wind drives away the heat,
You will not store it away amongst old gifts
And forget it, long before it is worn out.
- Lady P'an
The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him
He'll never give up.
If he'd let go the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness.
However deep your
Knowledge of the scriptures,
It is no more than a strand of hair
In the vastness of space;
However important appears
Your worldly experience,
It is but a drop of water in a deep ravine.
@ghost-of-a-dukesaid However deep your
Knowledge of the scriptures,
It is no more than a strand of hair
In the vastness of space;
However important appears
Your worldly experience,
It is but a drop of water in a deep ravine.
Tokusan
this is my place in this universe...
hallelujah!!!
@rookie54said this is my place in this universe...
hallelujah!!!
As the theists are avoiding this thread, let's ponder the wisdom of Freud:
'Religion stems from the individual's experience of having been a helpless baby totally dependent on its parents. The infant sees its parents as all-powerful beings who show it great love and satisfy all its needs. This experience is almost identical to the way human beings portray their relationship with God.
Religion as a mass-delusion that reshapes reality to provide a certainty of happiness and a protection from suffering.'
@ghost-of-a-dukesaid As the theists are avoiding this thread, let's ponder the wisdom of Freud:
'Religion stems from the individual's experience of having been a helpless baby totally dependent on its parents. The infant sees its parents as all-powerful beings who show it great love and satisfy all its needs. This experience is almost identical to the way human beings portray their rel ...[text shortened]... delusion that reshapes reality to provide a certainty of happiness and a protection from suffering.'
This same man also said: "The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’"
As well as: “When one does not have what one wants, one must want what one has.”
And: “The more perfect a person is on the outside, the more demons they have on the inside.”
And finally, this "towering intellect" even came up with this hilarious gem: "The discovery that she is castrated is a turning-point in a girl's growth."
@suziannesaid This same man also said: "The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’"
As well as: “When one does not have what one wants, one must want what one has.”
And: “The more perfect a person is on the outside, the more demons they have o ...[text shortened]... ith this hilarious gem: "The discovery that she is castrated is a turning-point in a girl's growth."
aside from the last quote you've attributed to freud, which i do not understand,
those others seem rather useful, if not downright profound...
i've had nearly fifty years of various relationships with various women and i have learned only that they are all different, all want something different, rarely take no for an answer, and are mostly quite hypnotizing to me...
heck, i'll not try to lump all women into the all women box, it don't work...
At dusk
I often climb
To the peak of Kugami.
Elk bellow,
Their voices
Soaked up by
Piles of maple leaves
Lying undisturbed at
The foot of the mountain.
- Ryokan (1758-1831)
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