Monotheistic religion is a plagiarism of a plagiarism of a hearsay of a hearsay, of an illusion of an illusion, extending all the way back to a fabrication of a few non-events.” – Christopher Hitchens
Finished the Dhammapada today.
Here are my highlights:
For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love, this is an old rule.
If a traveller does not meet with one who is his better, or his equal, let him firmly keep to his solitary journey; there is no companionship wtih a fool.
It is good to tame the mind, which is difficult to hold in and flighty, rushing wherever it listeth; a tamed mind brings happiness
All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him, as the wheel follows.
His thought is quiet, quiet are his word and deed, when he has obtained freedom by true knowledge, when he has thus become a quiet man.
If one man conquer in battle a thousand times thousand men, and if another conquer himself, he is the greatest of conquerors.
A man is not learned because he talks much; he who is patient, free from hatred and fear, he is called learned.
He in whom there is truth, virtue, love, restraint, moderation, he who is free from impurity and is wise, he is called an elder.
Let him not despise what he has received, nor ever envy others: a mendicant who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.
He who never identifies himself with name and form, and does not grieve over what is no more, he indeed is called a Bhikshu.
Here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people.
I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it
You never know what hand your gonna get dealt next
You learn to take life as it comes at you.
To make each day count
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth.” – Mark Twain
You said: “I’ll go to some other land, I’ll go to some other sea
There’s bound to be another city that’s better by far.
My every effort has been ill-fated from the start;
my heart-like something dead-lies buried away;
How long will my mind endure this slow decay?
Wherever I look, wherever I cast my eyes,
I see all around me the black rubble of my life
where I’ve spent so many ruined and wasted years.”
You’ll find no new places, you won’t find other shores.
The city will follow you. The streets in which you pace
will be the same, you’ll haunt the same familiar places,
and inside those same houses you’ll grow old.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t bother to hope
for a ship, a route, to take you somewhere else; they don’t exist.
Just as you’ve destroyed your life, here in this
small corner, so you’ve wasted it through all the world.