Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘do’

20170816

In aphorism, proverb on 20170816 at 23:55

Business doesn’t have to make sense to make a dollar. 

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20170318

In aphorism on 20170318 at 23:55

There is greatness in the smallest of actions, if only we pause to recognize what is easier to overlook. 

The fool praise the oak and belittle the acorn.

Mind the acorn and the oak will stand in its own. 

With naïveté do we inhale without understanding of how to exhale.

A good story is part struggle and part success. A great story is pure struggle. 

20170317

In aphorism, proverb on 20170317 at 23:55

If you’re not lifting someone up, you’re holding someone down. 
The easiest way to lose power is to hold onto it. If you want ultimate power, give it to others, empower others. In so doing, not only will you multiply the efforts of you alone, but what effort you do make shall never be forgotten. 

20160731

In aphorism, bon mot, proverb on 20160731 at 23:55

The moment you decide that you deserve better is the moment that you know better—and already in this moment, you are better off.

The fool wears chains to the tune of gold—grounded in insecurity, weighted by vanity, and convinced they are better off decorated than liberated.

As if the limits of mortality were not damning enough, the fool boasts of his own. 

If a fool looks for dirt in the cleanest of waters, he is sure to succeed—if only in finding his reflection.

The fool dismisses a dozen opportunities before asking for a second chance.

Regret is the currency of the fool and the agency of the wise.

Waking up is hard to do, but it’s the only way to welcome in a new day.

What is the difference between mail and email? a LETTER

20150718

In aphorism, proverb on 20150718 at 17:41

Only the blind do not see. 

How different is one who sees, but still is blind, from one who is dead, but still lives?

20150701

In aphorism, poetry, proverb, question, rumination on 20150701 at 23:55

A miracle is / but proper science experienced / by one who believes / but does not understand. 

The question is, to copy or be copied? 

20150113

In aphorism on 20150113 at 23:55

Lo, what end awaits the airtight if not a burst or a leak? Rather to be like the sieve, made of steel and yet capable of letting even mountains pass through.

The atheist has a responsibility to forgive that which even a god does not will and so ever condemns. 

20140814

In aphorism on 20140814 at 11:18

Understanding often has very little to do with knowing.

20140225

In aphorism, tale on 20140226 at 11:06

《What Is, What Wills》

Once upon the deep, dwelled two pairs of seafaring lovers.

Both lived rather normal lives aboard their ships on the sea, full of ups and downs, as anyone would expect to see upon the sea.

On calm seas, both pairs made love with the illimitable passion of lovers held at bay.

But the sky does what a sky wills, and so oft brewed blackened clouds with the inevitable unknown beyond. It was in these times that the difference between the lovemakers was never more lucid.

For when the storms blew in, as only a fool could deny the inevitability of, the seasoned couple ceased their lovemaking, wisely understanding their lovemaking to be powerless against warding off the mighty storm. To them, worry was a more worthy and more rewarding charm.

The other couple continued to make love like only reckless lovers knew, much to the chagrin of the other lovers. And it was true that the lovers’ lovemaking did nary a thing to make the storm go away, to shorten the waves, or to lessen the impact.

Also true was it, that the cessation of the other lovers’ lovemaking neither did anything to encourage the passing of the storm.

For a truth is a truth as is a sail a sail. Wisdom lies in wielding a truth, not simply holding a truth.

For in the end, to the common eye, it was plain to see that lovemaking -and its lack thereof- had absolutely nary a thing to do with the coming of the storm, the size of the storm, nor the passing of the storm.

With the passing of a storm, what remained for the eye to see was but two sets of lovers at sea and two kinds of love as they so fit to see.

One, a weakened bond of fair weather lovers, who made love only when the sea was calm, losing only the opportunity to love each other through and so weather a storm together.

The other, a strengthened bond between the lovers, who made love without regard to a storm (or was it very much with regard to the storm?), losing only themselves in each other whether or not came the weather.

For a storm is what only a storm wills, and love is only what love wills.