Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘part’

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. 

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20101126

In aphorism, proverb on 20101126 at 13:33

A fool listens with armor and speaks with bullets to an enemy perceived behind blinders.

Camouflage conceals cowardice; compassion reveals courage.

The fool carry a basket to fill; the wise carry a basket to empty.

The nimble mind can do more with clumsy hands than nimble hands can ever do with a clumsy mind.

A tree buries its roots in dirt, but never its trunk.

A weed will wind its way.

A brighter sun makes not a flower taller.

A step is part reach -and part push.

20080907

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20080907 at 01:19

If only we gave as much respect to a couple’s parting as the freedom we give in the couple’s joining.

20071014

In question, rumination on 20071014 at 13:52

With every utterance of control, there is an ego born of pride, of false knowing and incomplete understanding.

For as much as we control, so are we controlled by that which is around us. As much as we analyze this process, even more so do we become a part of it.

It is sheer ignorance, if the naiveté of humanity, that permits even us to step outside of that which consumes us, that which is a part of the whole, and is the whole itself. That we might suggest that our will is not its will, that our error is not its error.

It is another arrogance to say that our error is but its error, to deny our actions on its behalf.

For all that began with nature will again end with nature – that is, entertaining the contrived concept of a beginning and an end. All that meets the eye is but a piece of the whole, the whole being a cycle of which there is no witness of a beginning and without certainty of an ending.

Our eyes see with limited sight. Our minds breathe with limited life. It is this inability to conceive of that which endures all, that which is all – that defines our being a part of the process – and not outside of, beyond, or above all.

How closely tied is our instinct to our adeptness. For it is our instinct to learn, to grow, to adapt. And so, mankind has, and will, continue in a way that always will.

Why does the sun differ from the moon? For the same reason, or lack thereof, that we are not mere beasts. We are no different, though our tongue speaks not the same.

However superb we elevate our humanity about the robin, still we know not its thoughts.

Might we entertain that its thought leaves ours behind, that it lives in a world to which we are but a busy simplicity, ever concerned with fabrications of an imagination cultivated? But we do not know what the robin thinks or even wills.

If there comes a day when we do see eye to eye with the skirting robin – will we be prepared for such complexity, as we now understand not?

Is it possible that we, too, may evolve in a parallel way, and as such, these two days may never coincide as one? So the robin and man, ever in watch, ever to question, never to know.

It is this longing and lacking that drives the cycle and leads us only to tomorrow.

We are never a farther step from today.

Note: Access to WordPress  is still blocked within China. Without access to a much appreciated VPN (proxy), I would be unable to publish to my blog from within mainland China. Thus, I am blessed and grateful to be sharing. With every post, I hereby protest the oppressive nature of the Chinese government blocking access to any part of the web.