Quotes Tagged "philosophy"

When many people become bonded into one self, as an endogroup, an artificial person is created as an ideal. This endogroup ideal, or endo-ideal becomes the group. Its identity is adopted by every member of the group and the individuals also become the endogroup. The group identity subsumes the self for all except the endo-ideal, creating a special subset of reality which here we will call an endoreality

An endogroup acts as an individual self. It therefore needs only one mind to lead it, or the ideology of one mind. Those that become the endo-ideal are forever entitled to the service of others and ownership of the group. Those that become the reflectors are forever assigned to the service of others and the duty to reflect. Those that are cast as the negative image are condemned to carry all guilt and undergo all penance.

There are four elements of a healthy self: a personal membrane, euphoria, euphoric conduits and a drive to exosocial expansion. The obstacles to creating this self are endosocial membranes.

The company was now come to a halt and the first shots were fired and the grey riflesmoke rolled through the dust as the lancers breached their ranks. The kid's horse sank beneath him with a long pneumatic sigh. He had already fired his rifle and now he sat on the ground and fumbled with his shotpouch. A man near him sat with an arrow hanging out of his neck. He was bent slightly as if in prayer. The kid would have reached for the bloody hoop-iron point but then he saw that the man wore another arrow in his breast to the fletching and he was dead. Everywhere there were horses down and men scrambling and he saw a man who sat charging his rifle while blood ran from his ears and he saw men and he saw men with their revolvers disassembled trying to fit the fit the spare loaded cylinders they carried and he saw men kneeling who tilted and clasped their shadows on the ground and he saw men lanced and caught up by the hair and scalped standing and he saw the horses of war trample down the fallen and a little whitefaced pony with one clouded eye leaned out of the murk and snapped at him like a dog and was gone. Among the wounded some seemed dumb and without understanding and some were pale through the masks of dust and some had fouled themselves or tottered brokenly onto the spears of the savages. Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and their shields winking in the dust and up the far side of the ruined ranks in a pipping of boneflutes and dropping down off the side of their mounts with one heel hung in the the withers strap and their short bows flexing beneath the outstretched necks of the ponies until they had circled the company and cut their ranks in two and then rising up again like funhouse figures, some with nightmare faces painted on their breasts, ridding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged like creatures driven to alien forms of locomotion and stripping the clothes from the dead and seizing them up by the hair and passing their blades about the skulls of the living and the dead alike and snatching aloft the bloody wigs and hacking and chopping at the naked bodies, ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows. And now the horses of the dead came pounding out of the smoke and dust and circled with flapping leather and wild manes and eyes whited with fear like the eyes of the blind and some were feathered with arrows and some lanced through and stumbling and vomiting blood as they wheeled across the killing ground and clattered from sight again. Dust stanched the wet and naked heads of the scalped who with the fringe of hair beneath their wounds and tonsured to the bone now lay like maimed and naked monks in the bloodsoaked dust and everywhere the dying groaned and gibbered and horses lay screaming

Our goal will be to acquire either part or all of businesses that we believe we understand, that have good, sustainable underlying economics, and that are run by managers whom we like, admire and trust.

Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards.

Love is the sweetest nectar spread onto life's experiences. It can change everything.

Guilt is an acknowledgment of debt for unbalanced transactions.

The acceptance of guilt and debt is the mark of a negative image and the wait for atonement is the mark of a reflector.

Student: Through the grace of your presence we are now in silence. What will happen to us when you go away? Poonjaji: Because you saw me coming, you suppose that I will one day go away. I never come or go. Student: But you are going away soon. What will I do in your absence? Poonjaji: If you know how to create separation in the presence, why don't you create presence in the separation?

3D thoughts cannot be limited to 2D words, however, words can be aligned to inspire thought.

Most people will choose to change you for telling the truth about their bad ways. Instead of choosing to change their bad ways. They forget that the truth doesn’t hurt them as much as the bad things they do.

Love makes me believe in the impossible.

Philosophy is not an occupation of a popular nature, nor is it pursued for the sake of self-advertisement. Its concern is not with words, but with facts. It is not carried on with the object of passing the day in an entertaining sort of way and taking the boredom out of leisure. It moulds and builds the personality, orders one’s life, regulates one’s conduct, shows one what one should do and what one should leave undone, sits at the helm and keeps one on the correct course as one is tossed about in perilous seas. Without it no one can lead a life free of fear or worry. Every hour of the day countless situations arise that call for advice, and for that advice we have to look to philosophy.

If news requires no action, it is probably not the news we require in order to govern ourselves. If activism requires no analysis, it is probably not informed or effective.

To Lovers out there….. The best gift you can give to someone you are with in a relationship is Your Love, Your Care, Your respect , Your time and Yourself.

Happy Valentine's Day. It's your love that makes every day special.

The universe is bringing our dreams to life, but unfortunately, it is also bringing our nightmares that little bit closer as well.

Awareness is all around us. We don't often see it but it's there. It's up to us to see and acknowledge it.

You are not your thoughts. Therefore, it is not necessary to attach yourself to them. Use the following mantra daily. I am not my thoughts. Practice allowing the mind to think. While you remain detached from 99% of the brain’s activities. What about the remaining 1 percent? This is the focus point of your conscious awareness.