Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘find’

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.

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20110131

In aphorism, chinese, proverb on 20110131 at 13:40

Silence finds the fool absent, the wise present.

Still body, active mind.
Active body, still mind.
身体不动,头脑活动。
身体活动,头脑不动。

True power, honor, respect -are earned only when first given.

20110129

In aphorism, proverb on 20110129 at 19:54

A smile can warm the coldest shoulder.

Wisdom is rarely found in the company of comfort.

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!”

20100417

In aphorism, proverb on 20100417 at 22:12

What an injustice we would often find, if only to reflect on justice inflicted.

Repression effects morality no more than oppression effects security.

20100322

In aphorism, proverb on 20100322 at 22:36

The voice of reason is never raised.

Art should express; the written word should communicate.

A thirsty camel is a drought on the way out.

The pot that boils over, boils dry.

Let us soften our inner wolf and incite our inner sheep.

The lost sheep finds a waiting world lies beyond the pasture.

Spend more time questioning your own convictions and more time understanding others’ beliefs.

20100207

In aphorism, proverb on 20100207 at 12:33

Where treasure is found, so is tragedy hidden.

20091016

In aphorism, proverb on 20091016 at 16:35

Repetition without purpose is an act in vain.

Who strives for the sake of another’s desire, shall fail in another’s name.

Cheap sparkles; quality shines.

A fool resents another for his own shortcomings.

A king does not mingle.

Embrace. Thrive. Seek.

A joker in jest is not.

Who shouts has not a voice, but a lung.

The ice that doesn’t sublime is left to melt.

Faster is a flock to follow the fool than to heed the wise.

A hypocrite cannot find his face in a mirror.

Look inward, look upward, look past.

An outcast sees clearly the others for who they are.

20090722

In aphorism, proverb on 20090722 at 06:37

What is pruned at the branches will flourish at its roots.

Where there is not the way, only the will is found.

20090621

In rumination on 20090621 at 10:49

[on relationships]

In every relationship, we are bound by invisible strings to the other. Some strings tug, others are lax. The longer or more intimate a relationship, perhaps the more strings there are. There are strings that we pull with purpose, and others that we pull without our knowing. Still others ,we pull in knowing, but without intention of pulling. It is this tension and laxity of invisible strings that allows us to stay connected, and feel connected. A lessening in tension is the first step towards actually leaving a person, being disconnected from a person. For it is only when all the strings are lax and there is no pulling on either side that we may lose awareness of the existence of the other person. It is in this way that we are able to busy ourselves in daily life, interacting with various people and moving from one social setting to another. Interaction is simply the orchestrating, the puppeteering of these strings, as if they were to become electrified. Strings can find themselves under tension almost instantly, as when we are surprised, and they can go lax equally as quickly, as the sudden tension of another string releases, or rather rechannels the tension that we originally feel.