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we will never forget
Heartbreaking to be sure, nan, but our beautiful country will never kneel before jealous cowards that hate us for no other reason than they want to be us.— September 11, 2011 11:56 a.m.
20 words that can't be translated..read them and weep!!
Nice collection of words, nan. I especially took interest in the Czech word, litost. Another word that sounds similar, regarding “agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery,” is Dukkha, the first of the four noble truths of Buddhism. Dukkha maintains that life is inevitably transient and therefore fraught with agony because of excessive desire and attachment. The inherent nature of human existence, the noble truth dictates, is the painful emptiness of persistent material and emotional longing and the cold embrace of suffering that our attachment to things and all relationships brings. Dukkha is bliss, dukkha is misery; dukkha is the human condition—dukkha is simply living. Dukkha is the dichotomy of life, the constant ebb and flow; the intermittent flutters of joy, the fleeting ripples of sadness, and all of the other momentary emotions in between that, without apology or intent, endlessly bathe us, eroding us physically and washing over our souls, wearing us down like smooth and compact stones from the sea. They sometimes click together briefly as they spin and roll in the surf, seemingly always and without end, until, ultimately, they are reduced to grains of sand, but still they go on Buddhism seems like an honorable though perhaps imposing religion. I’ve considered pursuing and adopting all of its profound philosophies, but the severely pragmatic teachings just seem so sad. It’s almost as if, in becoming a Buddhist, you’ve decided to give up on life, but, at the same time, you continue to endure the misery of existence simply to demonstrate the fundamental and deeply intellectual value of your chosen denomination.— September 11, 2011 11:39 a.m.
Without You--A Poem
Very nice, Roody, I can practically see the beautiful valley filled with fruit trees, flowers, and running water ... and living without the one you want is no different than drinking Jack without Coke: bitter and unpleasant.— September 11, 2011 2:30 a.m.
Autumn's on its way
wounded?— September 5, 2011 11:56 p.m.
Autumn's on its way
and don't forget all that delicious maple syrup.— September 5, 2011 12:37 p.m.
Autumn's on its way
I appreciated the changing color of the leaves while I was living in Kentucky, but then the snows of winter and the humidity of summer made me realize there's nothing better than San Diego.— September 4, 2011 8:57 p.m.
Sunflowers
Sunflowers aren't my favorite snack, but I do think they're wonderful to look at; top notch poem, nan.— September 4, 2011 8:51 p.m.
Yippee..Captcha's Back and We Can Comment Again
twinkle twinkle little star ...— September 1, 2011 11:13 a.m.
Yippee..Captcha's Back and We Can Comment Again
What a royal pain.— September 1, 2011 1:13 a.m.
Yippee..Captcha's Back and We Can Comment Again
Yes.— September 1, 2011 1:12 a.m.