Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘perception’

20120527

In aphorism, proverb on 20120602 at 23:40

When we share, ownership becomes secondary to fellowship.

Your quest, your questions.

Projection is proximal to perception, distal to existence.

Learning follows listening.

Clarity wears a cloak of obscurity.

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20110719

In aphorism, proverb on 20110719 at 10:14

The desert dweller prays for rain, but is prepared not for the storm.

The fool waits for the rains to sow his seeds.

The fool tames a beast he cannot feed.

Fantasy is the reality of the fool.

To judge another’s rationale is simply to impose one’s own motive upon another’s actions.

Climax not without the crescendo; lo, the fool is clueless, the wise is cognizant of.

Life, ’tis a puzzle.

Cast a worm, catch a fish.
[Other times, cast a worm, drown a worm.]

The fool act without understanding.
The lay do not act, understanding only of consequence.
The dilettante do not act, understanding not of impact.
The wise act with understanding of impact.

Consequence impels the fool; impact propels the wise.

Hold experience dearly, opinions loosely.

Project that which is beneficial to others;
Retain that which is worthy of possession;
Relinquish all else.

The wise balance output with input, teaching with learning, giving with receiving, apology with forgiveness.

Prudence in opinion, abundance in perception.

Share candid opinions as you would fresh onions -sparingly and with consideration.

From the valley, espy the peak.

Cash not backed by gold is but pretty paper.

20090719

In rumination on 20090719 at 07:47

《on fear》

Fear is my foe, my fatal flaw, unforgiveable.

And yet it is my most patient friend, most loyal indeed, never to leave, only to disappear, from view, but ever and always near. It is not oppressive as others may say, nor is it imposing as you might believe. But its mere presence is enough to render rationale undone, to allow the imagination to run free, to see the light as if without capacity to refract itself, from the blinding light into an array of colors soon in sight. Fear is not a being, nor an object. It is is hardly even a state, of which -for lack of better description, and more truly, understanding, I only begin to thus quantify. And it is here, as I write, that I shape what is the thing, so called fear, and more impressively, create the perception of a reality, but one reality, so called fear.