Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘purpose’

20120427

In aphorism, poetry, proverb, rumination on 20120427 at 23:21

The fool seek dominance, the wise seek balance.

The fool make noise, the wise make music.

Art is unnecessary, and that is precisely what makes it necessary.

Music is a gift that we can give to or deny our children.

With fervor is there urgency in purpose.

Musicians are magicians.

A will is the wishes of the living respected by the living once the living days have passed on.

Music is the sound that the heart makes between beats.

But with the presence of a void does a note resonate, like the oxygen that fuels a flame.

The art of management is to exploit strength and mitigate weakness.

Exercise the metamuscle: think about your thinking.

《the war within》
War is something you
create
carry
kill
within your heart.

20110711

In aphorism, proverb on 20110711 at 23:28

It is not enough to not hurt another on purpose; we must love one another with purpose.

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.

20100807

In bon mot on 20100807 at 03:01

Why is the dolphin the most ambitious swimmer? Because it swims with porpoise!

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.

20090829

In aphorism, proverb on 20090829 at 00:37

The wise expect the worst and purpose the best; the fool deny the worst and profess the best.

Spare the tear for what is dear and share freely the smile for all worthwhile.

The fool is quick to judge; the wise quick to forgive.

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.

20090328

In aphorism, proverb on 20090328 at 15:33

Season a pot, not without heat or smoke high.

Project who you want to be, and that is who you are.

Even the big worm does not tempt a fish with purpose.

The traveler brings clarity home.

Travel allows one to know more clearly the meaning of home, by questioning it.

Why plant a seed, if only to let it thirst?

The truth stands where’er a fool lies.

20081021

In poetry, rumination on 20081021 at 19:04

《paving the way》
The highways are deserts for trees;
the signs are wizards of safety;
the people are zombies of purpose.