SECRET: PATIENCE

As Ralph Waldo Emerson observed, nature's pace is slow and her secret is patience.

Bruce Sterling on the Next 50 Years

I think the best attitude for a serious futurist to have is not pessimism or optimism, but just a deep sense of engagement. It has to mean something to dyou. You have to find aspects of it that can really compel you. And you shouldn’t get hung up on whether it’s “good” or “bad” because these qualities can change their coloration quite rapidly as time continues to pass.

Interview Excerpt, Massive Change, Bruce Mao and the Institute without Boundaries.

“The composition of the human species is infinitely more diverse than most human suspect," she began. "The real taxonomy of Homo sapiens is a secret known only to a few, of whom you will now be one. At base, it is a simple dichotamy: there are coerlfolc, the teeming mass of common people who make up humanity’s great bulk, and there is the hidden branch - the crypto-sapiens, if you will - who are called syndrigast, or ‘peculiar spirit’ in the venerable language of my ancestors. As you have no doubt surmised, we here are of the latter type.”

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Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Ransom Riggs

How to Continue.
John Ashbery
The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity. (One is unable to notice something - because it is always before one’s eyes.)

Ludwig Wittgenstein

Wall of Freedom: Street Art of the Egyptian Revolution arrived today. A beautiful surprise, and a reminder to send gratitude and grace into the universe, toward the souls who light the revolution’s way. From New Jersey to you, thank you and we love you.

Available at http://wallsoffreedom.com

Walls of Freedom: Street Art of the Egyptian Revolution is a most beautiful book. Published by
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beingblog:

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest – For Occupation – This – The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise –
~Emily Dickinson

words for when everything feels uncertain. 

beingblog:

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –

Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –

~Emily Dickinson

words for when everything feels uncertain. 

hombres.
hombres.

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.

And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up. 

waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. 

It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living room windows because the heat’s on too high high in here, and I can’t turn it off.

For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking.

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those

wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. 

Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want

whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss - we want more and more and then more of it. 

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,

say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:

I am living, I remember you. 

Marie Howe, What the Living Do.