Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘one’

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?

20171004

In aphorism on 20171004 at 23:55

Prayer may carry you through a crisis, but it will prevent nary a crisis.

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. 

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? 

20141228

In aphorism on 20141228 at 10:49

That there exists a bright side certainly and silently admits the presence of a dark side. To focus on but one side behooves no one.

20131009

In poetry, rumination on 20131009 at 21:03

《the way》
dear little one,
the world is yours.
the world was yours
even before you belonged
to it.
it was, is, and will be
your redemption as often
as it will be your nemesis.
do not be afraid, for fear
will not carry your burdens
nor will it shelter you
from the elements.
have hope as much as will
allow triumph
over the ills of present,
but none so much that
you deceive yourself
of the realities of the future
or the consequences of the past.
days of sorrow will weave
a tight knit alongside joy,
neither with warning
nor with limitation.
you shall persist because
you know of nothing else,
not only because you will it.
for as a mortal, possibility
is as finite only as is time.
what tomorrow will bring you,
yesterday has already taken
away, with a fluidity that
surprises with subtlety.
you will love and hurt,
feel pain and transfer pain.
you will always forgive
because the alternative
is no alternative.
fairness and justice
will oft be at odds
with one another and for you.
you will not always deserve
your destiny, but you will
decide not to deny it.
for tonight, the sun sets low,
but tomorrow, high,
high shall the sun rise up.
oh, little one, until tomorrow,
good night.

20120802

In aphorism, proverb on 20120802 at 23:59

Maintain real dialogue with those in rash disagreement, for worse than rare disaccord is rife division.

No matter which evil you are fighting, you are still fighting. To negate evil, do not entertain it, only be its antithesis.

What good is the purest of water if it will not irrigate the driest of dirt?

No one can stop you from being who you want to be, without your permission.

Turn away from darkness, but never hide your light.

The filth may stop at the bottom, but it originates at the top.

The crumbs may rest on the floor, but the loaf is cut from above.

The fool cook mops first the floor and wipes second the counter.

20120520

In aphorism, proverb on 20120520 at 23:58

When progress seems to abscond,
when digression seems to supersede,
it might just seem, it might just be –
that progress has but skipped and leaped, indeed.

What force does pillage now, patience is gifted soon.

A step forward is one more than infinite retreats, absent.

Headway exists where setbacks are stalled.

What gives pique the impression of digression, or even regression, patience may find progression.

Have patience when the going gets tough, with wisdom to know that you are just getting going.

A plea for unnecessary help is a terrible waste of potential.

With pride is a toil spoiled.