Journey to the West, on Cultivating the Heart

Just as they were feeling so cheerful a great mountain came into view, blocking their way. Reining in the horse, the Tang Priest said, “Disciples, see how high that mountain is. You must be very careful.”“Don’t worry,” said Monkey with a grin, “don’t worry. I promise you nothing will go wrong.”“Don’t say that,” Sanzang replied.…Read more Journey to the West, on Cultivating the Heart

Carl Sagan: Science and Hope

Except from Carl Sagan's, “The Demon-Haunted World”, "Science and Hope". "For me, there are four main reasons for a concerted effort to convey science-in radio, TV, movies, newspapers, books, computer programs, theme parks, and classrooms - to every citizen. In all uses of science, it is insufficient - indeed it is dangerous - to produce…Read more Carl Sagan: Science and Hope

At The Gates Of The Forest

"...who is it that has created the heavens and the earth, and sends down for you [life-giving] water from the skies? For it is by this means that We cause gardens of shining beauty to grow - [whereas] it is not in your power to cause [even one single of] its trees to grow! Could…Read more At The Gates Of The Forest

Shylock – I am a Jew

"To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not…Read more Shylock – I am a Jew

To be, or not to be:

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache…Read more To be, or not to be:

Of Old Sat Freedom – Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro' town and field To…Read more Of Old Sat Freedom – Alfred Lord Tennyson