Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘color’

20120513

In aphorism, proverb on 20120513 at 23:57

bystander:
noun; one who stands by [something], and thus condones [something], even supports [something].

A foolish argument is grounded in a foundation of desperation.

The fool praise the light, but live by the darkness.

The only way to fight evil is to not join it, not contribute to it.

The fool trust not those without intention to convert, confusing conversion for conviction.

The fool ask ‘How to conquer those who threaten us?’, not facing the reality of their contribution.

Who is without a weapon is feared only by the fool.

Defenseless, the fool become defensive.

Defense, by any other name, is offense.

Where some fool are critical, other fool are insecure.

Where two side against one, is strength only but numbers, is weakness only but elsewhere.

The fool seek not to hear, with a defense of listening.

The fool have ears, but do not hear; have eyes, but do not see; have hearts, but do not feel.

Resolution led by a moderator is not a resolution of two.

The fool don’t the best they can, the wise do the best they can’t.

Seize wisdom from the depths, net ignorance from the shallows.

The fool adjudge assumptions, the wise consider intentions.

Criticism that negates compliments exposes false compliments; criticism that complements compliments  reveals true compliments.

Forever to be trusted, are the fool and their fallacy.

Sooner an apology to be forgiven than the innocent to be spared.

The fool hear with ears that deceive.

Where fault lies, a defense is readied. Where understanding lies, an offense is unnecessary.

Do plumbers have pipe dreams?

Sooner a parent to side with the other than with truth.

Wisdom is not without extent.

Perspective and understanding are but two sides of a multi-dimensional reality.

Concern falls as criticism to fool ears.

The fool have a defense for every criticism, an offense for every defense, a criticism for every offense.

Who is fool enough to fight logic with illogic, falls victim to his own weapon.

What time does not heal, memory must forgive.

No one judges more or less than the next -some admit it, others deny it.

A poor defense is as good as no defense.

The fool fail to fathom the color beyond text, black and white.

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20110817

In aphorism, proverb on 20110817 at 18:39

Hold in your heart what is dear, let go of the rest.

Peace belongs to no one, if it belongs not to all.

Freedom belongs to no one, if it belongs not to all.

No matter the color of skin, all hearts are red through.

20101011

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20101011 at 13:20

Tis less important that you care what others think than that you think to care for others.

《home sweet homing》
blue skies bluing,
white clouds whiting,
fall colors falling.

20090929

In aphorism, proverb on 20090929 at 08:10

The bee that stings never does again.

The wise is aware of his ignorance, but the fool is ignorant even of his awareness.

The smoking hand is an idle hand.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping mind.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded is a lawn mowed.

The dry well is a lonely well.

A color is worn in season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A ripened fruit falls free from the vine; the immature cling fast.

20090928

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20090928 at 21:27

Suppose religion were superstition, that God were a god, that the creator were man.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping head.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded awaits a mowing.

The dry well is a desolate well.

A color is worn in a season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A smoking hand is an idle hand.

A ripened fruit falls from the vine; lo, the immature cling fast.

20090719

In rumination on 20090719 at 07:47

《on fear》

Fear is my foe, my fatal flaw, unforgiveable.

And yet it is my most patient friend, most loyal indeed, never to leave, only to disappear, from view, but ever and always near. It is not oppressive as others may say, nor is it imposing as you might believe. But its mere presence is enough to render rationale undone, to allow the imagination to run free, to see the light as if without capacity to refract itself, from the blinding light into an array of colors soon in sight. Fear is not a being, nor an object. It is is hardly even a state, of which -for lack of better description, and more truly, understanding, I only begin to thus quantify. And it is here, as I write, that I shape what is the thing, so called fear, and more impressively, create the perception of a reality, but one reality, so called fear.