Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘equal’

20171024

In aphorism, question on 20171024 at 23:55

What a fine machine is the human mind, when oiled equally, its logical gears and emotive pulleys.

What is a pulley without its belt? What is the value of one lone gear?

Talent two feet under has no advantage over skill six feet under.

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20171024

In aphorism, question on 20171024 at 22:55

What a fine machine is the human mind, when oiled equally, its logical gears and emotive pulleys.

What is a pulley without its belt? What is the value of one lone gear?

20120516

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120516 at 23:59

Without an outrage, a wrong is not a scandal.

Impatience is the supernatural disappointment of mortal expectations.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but Earth… was?

Who imagine forgiveness, realize peace. Who imagine revenge, realize war.

Imagine a society that accepts its responsibility to support each person as equally as it expects each person to respect its rule. Imagine if just one person supported a single other person, regardless of their imperfect past, embracing them for who they have the potential to be. Imagine a society that can forgive each other, that we may realize a future together.

To become independent is to be freed.

Independence is a form of freedom. Dependence is a form of captivity.

The independent must collaborate, the dependent must delegate.

The guilty act defensively, the guiltless need not act -they are defenseless.

Who is without guilt is without need for defense.

The fool argue a truth with a falsity.

Calling a piece of shit “a piece of shit” is not to be negative, it is to acknowledge truth, to refuse judgment.

To compliment where an insult is due is to refuse the truth.

Who deny the truth fool themselves.

Being me is the greatest challenge I could ever face -when I do that, everything else is a cinch. When I don’t, everything is a task.

The greatest deception, the greatest revelation -is of the self.

20120501

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120501 at 23:39

If there exist the privileged and the underdogs, then also exist the underprivileged and the dogs.

《the real fight》

It is not enough that the underdog fights for the underdog.

Who is not afflicted, who is not oppressed, who is not persecuted -is tasked to support the underdog by assisting their fight for equality by opposing inequality.

For whosoever does not apply their ability, in essence, so gives up their ability. Whosoever has a right, but does nothing to extend and fight for all to have this right, so upholds a wrong.

The privileged condone by overlooking, condemn by standing by. The war of injustice is fueled by disregard, and the fight against injustice begins only when the privileged stand up for -and fight with- the underdog.

So, do not fight for your cause alone. Do not voice only that which concerns you. Do fight the wars that persist, large and small, for one and for all.

Because we are all the privileged, if not in one way, than in another. And we are all the underdog, if not today, then someday.

20110405

In aphorism, proverb on 20110405 at 13:34

Equally important to walking the walk, is simply taking a stand.

What is at first feared to be a sacrifice is often later found to be a source of enlightenment.

20110224

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20110224 at 11:50

Fear finds the able man lame.

Mankind is not born with equal ability, but without equal opportunity, true ability is never to be.

Life bears only the rules we impose on it.

Silence is often, not a slight, but a stall.

One needn’t give up sight of the pear to savor the peach.

The distant rose bears no thorns; but neither is her scent to be savored.

The curse of the woman is simply thus: if a she is to truly know a man, she must sacrifice her flesh that he might share his mind.

Great is the leader who can unite foes, not in purpose, but in recognizing similarity, extending fellowship, and furthering understanding.

Make-believe in childhood makes belief in adulthood.

20101227

In tale on 20101227 at 15:33

《Flawed in the Eye of a Bumptious Camel》

In a land where the sun shone without reprieve, there once was a Camel so proud, that he would spit at the sight of another animal. For in his eyes, the others -they were all flawed.

A Little Bird, ever observant, came to rest on the head of the Camel. “Who are you spitting at today, dear Camel?”

The bumptious Camel responded with a huff, “Ha! Who does that Elephant think she is?” With a spit in the Elephant’s direction, he continued. “What a silly nose, it nearly hangs on the ground!”

The Little Bird smirked with wisdom unknown to the Camel, and responded, “Dear Camel, that long silly nose of the Elephant is quite a useful tool, don’t you see? She gathers water like a hose. And when no water there is, like a trumpet, she bellows!”

The bumptious Camel hesitated in concession but for a moment, turning next to the Lion. “Look at that scruff! Can’t a Lion tame his own mane?” And the Camel spit.

The Little Bird with a smirk, followed, “Dear Camel, that mangy mane not only makes it look kingly above all the other animals, but can you fancy it with a bob cut?”

The bumptious Camel could not disagree and chuckled at the thought of a better-groomed Lion.

But he quickly straightened his face and forced another spit, saying, “But what about the Giraffe? Such a long, gangling neck –what is a head doing so far from its feet?”

The Little Bird explained, “Dear Camel, when the rains visit no more, and food is scarce –only the Giraffe can reach those yet green leaves, so high up in the sky.”

Once more, the Camel scrambled to save the last of his all-knowing pride, and said, “The Rhino –what can be said of that sore-looking horn, smack in the middle of its mug!”

But the Little Bird was no shorter of words than she was of wisdom. “Dear Camel, that unsightly adornment of a horn might be nothing to look at, but it serves her well when intruders threaten with presence.”

Conceding at last, the Camel asked the Little Bird, “And what about you? What is your forte that feigns a flaw?”

The Little Bird asked, “Who me?” and with tilted head, paused in thought before responding, “Why… these scrawny legs of mine, I suppose. They aren’t much to look at, either -are they!”

The Camel timorously chuckled in agreement.

“But, when I fly…” the Little Bird expounded, “… ’tis as if I fly without the weight of any legs, -free to soar where’er the wind dares me!”

And with these words, the Little Bird set out for a spin, spreading her wings and tucking those scrawny legs right out of sight. This talent pleased the Camel, causing him to look down at his own not-so-scrawny legs.

But before the Camel could sputter a word, the Little Bird interjected, “Oh Camel, your legs are just fine, strong as the quadruped that you are! Your forte feigning flaw is not your knock knees, but only what you yourself cannot see.”

The Little Bird landed once again on the Camel’s forehead, this time facing backwards, her own tail dangling just in view of the Camel’s eyes.

At this, the Camel was instantly flummoxed, but equally intrigued.

With eyebrows now disheveled, he goaded the Little Bird, “Alright, Legs. Enough with empty accusations; Enlighten me, if you think you may!”

The Little Bird peered backwards over the Camel and said, “Have you ever wondered why you cannot roll around and scratch your back on the grasses of these barren plains, like the other quadrupeds?”

The Camel was dumbstruck, for the Little Bird had spoken the truth –though he had never paused to reason why.

“Look at this back of yours, Camel. It’s got a big bump on it, like you’ve been stuffed with a pillow!” The Little Bird bounced up and down on the noticeable bump.

The Camel spit in denial, then dropped his jaw with waning disbelief. He craned his neck to the side in search, as he realized that he’d never ever even seen this so-called bump. And he found his neck to be just long enough to catch a glimpse of what was indeed a most un-smooth bump. The Camel’s eyebrows settled into a heap of newfound shame.

The Little Bird flew up to this bump and said, “Dear Camel –this bump of a hump of yours, this flaw –is your forte.”

The Camel perked up a bit with hope enough to relieve his mounting shame. “Do enlighten me, Little Bird!”

“This hump of yours explains why you alone can brave the desert sands, without hint of oasis, for days on end. This bulky bump of a hump is but a reservoir, with water enough to endure time itself in light of the blazing sun!”

And this time, the Camel smiled a –no longer bumptious– smile and said, “Hey, Legs- so wise are you! Now, I see… the only flaw of mine, was in the sight of my eyes!”

20101128

In aphorism, proverb on 20101128 at 23:48

Money and medicine are no equals of wealth and health.

History is but fable, the present is but fact, the future is but fantasy.

Sooner a fool to rewrite history and foretell the future, than to change his present ways.

Translation exacts meaning; interpretation exacts expression.

Rank is a badge worn.

20100430

In aphorism, proverb on 20100430 at 21:49

Intimate and Casual are incompatible lovers, traveling in equal speeds in opposing directions on a two-lane road between somewhere and nowhere.

20100311

In aphorism, proverb on 20100311 at 14:49

Flattery and fakery are not the equals of compliments and courtesy.

A candle’s light is brightest at the darkest of night.

Falsity is the front of the fool.

Walking beats mass transit feet down.